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77,? object of THE SPRINGHILLIAN is to record College 
events, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between the boys of the Present and the Past 



The Christian Citizen— Thomas D- Flynn, LL. D., '11 5 

The Greatest Boon — Joseph P. Newsham, '12 11 

In the End— Samuel L. Kelly, '09 14 

Before the Tabernacle 23 

It Happens to Us All— J. T. Becker, '12 24 

Modern Magic — M. Humbert Diaz, '12 25 

When Baseball Comes to This— J. T. Becker, '12 29 

Tested by Fire — Frank L. Tarleton, '13 32 

October— E. I. F 34 

Editorial 35 

College Notes— M. Diaz, '12, J. Becker, '12 37 

Football— M. H. Diaz, '12 .39 

Kidlets— J- Francis Gillespie, '14 40 

Alumni Notes 43 

Obituary 48 

To a Distant Engine 54 

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OCTOBER, 1911 


Entered as second-class matter, October 29 , 1910, at the postoffice at Spring Hill, Alabama, under the Act of March 3, 1 879 


An Address Delivered by Hon. Thomas D. Flynn, L. L. D., at 
Spring Hill College Commencement Exercises 

You have been advised that my 
subject is "The Christian Citizen." 
You have wondered, perhaps, why he 
has been singled out to bear the brunt 
of this address. Has he been silently 
attacked? Is he in any sort of plight? 
Has he been dragged before the bar 
of the public conscience, that I should 
hold a brief for him? None of these 
things has happened. He is prosper- 
ing in a country where the Christian 
cross salutes the eye in every hamlet, 
where its public officials are entrusted 
with their functions on an oath that 
gets its solemnity from a Christian Bi- 
ble ; that describes the manners, the 
laws, the charities of which it wishes 
to boast as "Christian." On the sur- 
face of society all is calm. It is a good 
sea for any bark that flies a Christian 
flag. But under that placid surface 
there is a current — a vague, undefined 
movement of thought. It is an un- 
formed, uncertain, unasserted doubt 
that comes from many sources. It 
comes from the laboratory, where the 
demand for material premises has 
'killed the germs of faith, and where 
cherished conclusions are impossible 
in the light of Christian doctrine. It 

comes from the salon, where the au- 
sterity of the /Simple Nazarene sits 
heavily on the luxuriant disposition of 
the habitue. It comes from the studio 
and Bohemia, where the singleness of 
Christian belief does not comport with 
the broadness of the artist, whose un- 
bounded tolerance includes even the 
social vices. It comes from the homes 
of the wealthy, where the love of the 
bizarre and singular has searched the 
wide realms of Mohammedism, Con- 
fucianism, pantheism, materialism and 
Buddhism, for their most fanciful vag- 
aries, in order to build up religious 
quackeries. It comes — alas — from the 
ranks of the poor, out of those grave 
questions of social reform, from those 
dangerous thinkers called "popular 
philosophers," those heedless apostles 
of a new order, obsessed with the spirit 
of change, who in their indiscriminate 
demand for a rearrangement of society, 
would include Christianity in the 

In the last 100 years there has 
not been a time when the spirit of 
true Christianity in our citizenship was 
more needed than todav. The land is 
flooded with nostrums for all our so- 


cial ills, but the end of the real solu- 
tion will be found in the dominance of 
those virtues which get their highest 
emphasis in the teachings of Chris- 

There was a time in Greece, when 
the normal philosophies of Plato had 
fallen under the ban of mediocrity, and 
skepticism had entrenched itself in the 
academies; when the wise men had 
given place to wise-acres, when those 
academies began to proclaim that 
truth was unattainable. And then, as 
if to support that conclusion, they ex- 
pressed doubt as to the relative value 
of virtue and vice. It would seem too 
plain for assertion that a more danger- 
ous doctrine than this can hardly be 
found in the name of philosophy. A 
hundred crimes committed do not 
damage society so much as a single 
doctrinaire preaching a defense of hu- 
man passion. There is not a more per- 
ilous principle in vogue today, mas- 
querading under the guise of social 
hygiene, than the deliberate defense of 
immorality. Men may go on sinning. 
So long as they are ashamed of it, the 
republic is safe. But the day this 
country draws from her youth that 
protection of their purity which is 
found only in the unqualified prosecu- 
tion of immorality, that day her final 
disintegration will set in and she will 
go her dismal way over the same riot- 
ous path that Egypt, Greece and Rome 
traveled to their doom. 

That is but one question. Let me 
cite you another. The very corner- 
stone of a stable society is the family. 
The foundation of a family is mar- 

riage. When a nation tampers with 
the sanctity of marriage, it threatens 
the security of the family and hits at 
the very vitals of society. In every 
nation the institution of marriage has 
been the work of its first sovereigns, 
even among the Chinese. The Jews 
relieved married men for a time of 
military service. The Persians ex- 
empted them for a year from taxes. 
The old Romans yielded to the state 
of matrimony the most unlimited rev- 
erence. During centuries their morals 
were strong and they pressed from 
conquest to conquest until they wield- 
ed the empire of the world. Divorce 
made its appearance, and soon mar- 
riage fell into disfavor. Seneca says 
that very soon women married to di- 
vorce and divorced but to marry, and 
that they counted their years not by 
consuls, but by the number of their 
discarding or discarded husbands. 

Do we not see in the appearance 
and spread of this pagan parasite upon 
the divine institution of marriage a 
menace to this republic? I am an op- 
timist, not an alarmist. I believe we 
are living in a better world than our 
ancestors enjoyed. I believe this na- 
tion to be the greatest, the strongest 
morally and mentally that the world 
has yet produced. But great as it is, 
this mighty republic is not yet greater 
than those immutable laws of nature 
which govern her citizens with a more 
potent sanction than her own statutes. 
She may abandon her early protesta- 
tions of human liberty and still prolong 
her glorious career. She may sin for 
a time in the exaltation of the dollar, 


and, finding her error, cast down the 
golden calf. She may suffer corruption 
to crawl into her courts, and yet suc- 
ceed in purifying them. But there is 
one disease that will prove mortal. 
There is one evil from which she can- 
not revive. When the institution of 
marriage falls into disfavor her doom 
is pronounced. 

Let me direct you to another situ- 
ation. You have all watched a hive 
of bees at work in one of their won- 
derful little cities. You have doubt- 
less marveled at the strange mysteri- 
ous power that compels all that cease- 
less industry and guides that little 
kingdom. Maeterlink calls it the spirit 
of the hive. There you will find, 
strongly expressed, the external ex- 
pression of our modern "progress." 
You will see its streets swarming with 
people ; you will see its roofs stretching 
endlessly, its soaring spires, the iron 
bones in the skeletons of its new build- 
ings, its countless smokestacks ; you 
will see its network of tracks and 
ceaseless trains rumbling over them ; 
its busy wharves, its great ships and 
all the tangled rigging of its harbor; 
you will hear the pounding of pile- 
drivers, the clanging of bells, the rat- 
tle of machinery, the screams of whis- 
tles, and all the mighty din of the great 
city that comes in a huge roar up to 
your ears. 

But somewhere down in that busy 
hive, hidden beneath some of those 
prosaic roofs, are the minds that are 
guiding all that movement. They are 
the real leaders, the high priests of 
"progress." They watch all those ac- 

tivities; they fit all those buildings and 
exchanges and railways and steam- 
ships and factories, even those surging 
crowds of men, into their plans. They 
are the great industrial captains. They 
are the money lords. They are build- 
ing up that great commercial empire 
that is playing not only with banks and 
railroads and industrial institutions, 
but with legislatures and courts and 

There is, however, another power 
in that city. There are the men who 
sit in the cabs of those locomotives, 
who ride the soaring derricks on those 
great buildings, who work upon those 
busy wharves, who, in the strength of 
their arms and sweat of their brows, 
ply all the avenues of industry. Indi- 
vidually, they are no match for the 
powerful minds that control the com- 
merce of the nation. But collectively 
they make up that vast force which is 
called "labor." That great force is 
feeling now the power of its arm. It 
is beginning to know its possibilities, 
its rights, and to yearn for them with 
the zeal of a crusader. 

These two great forces of capital 
and labor, then, stand face to face. 
Each year the resources of capital are 
becoming more closely organized. 
Each year the struggle is becoming 
more and more active. Do you think 
it beyond the limits of possibility that 
the well-organized commercial activi- 
ties of that scene upon which we have 
just looked should give place to the 
disorder of revolution ; that that jos- 
tling crowd of busy men should yield 
those streets to the soldiery? Already 



we have heard the roar of the bomb in 
this land of liberty. Already the rum- 
blings of discontent come up in un- 
mistakable tones from the huddled 
tenements and crowded shops. What 
is to be the end of it all? It is an 
admirable field for the intolerant des- 
pot and railing demagogue to do mis- 
chief in. 

I have outlined three conditions. I 
have stated three problems. Where is 
the purity of youth to find its Aegis? 
What power is it that is to guard the 
sanctity of marriage and preserve the 
integrity of the family, the very rock 
of the republic? Where are peace and 
industry and social order to find their 
safeguard? Their safeguard is here 
(Pointing to graduates.) The hope of 
the nation is in the kind of citizenship 
that is formed and nurtured at Spring 
Hill College. It is to be found in that 
noblest offspring of time — the educat- 
ed Christian citizens. The palladium 
of our liberties is in that restraint 
which is the peculiar characteristic of 
the Christian religion. 

Christianity is the surest founda- 
tion of social order that has yet been 
designed. Most of the other religions 
of the world, recognizing the sensuous 
in human nature, have subtly adapted 
themselves to its demands. Moham- 
medanism adapted itself to the pas- 
sions of the luxuriant East. The sys- 
tem of Buddha and Confucius consult- 
ed the inclinations of their devotees 
and tempered their commandments 
with mildness. The old Pagans formed 
a religion that appealed insidiously to 
the sensuous and raised in heaven a 

god for every passion. But Christiani- 
ty has taught a religion of restraint. It 
puts into the hands of its children a 
lash for the spirit and the flesh. It has 
substituted mortification for indul- 
gence. Contrast the warm, aes- 
thetic, sensuous hymns of Pindar, 
Sappho and Theocritus, who celebrated 
religious festivities with the songs of 
love, of lovely Helen's immortal beau- 
ty, of rosy-armed Adonis, with the 
stern numbers of St. Francis, who sang 
"Praise be to Our Lord for our Sister, 
the Death of the Body." That is the 
difference between paganism and 

Paganism is of the past, but there 
is the same difference between Chris- 
tianity and irreligion to-day. Irreligion 
means the unbridling of human weak- 
nesses. Christianity means mortifica- 
tion and restraint, and as this republic 
goes "spinning down the ringing 
grooves of change" it is the religion of 
restraint alone that can safely keep it 
within its rails. 

I do not wish to paint a gloomy 
picture. These are but the dark shades. 
But there are many brighter tints. 
After all is said and done this is the 
greatest age that in all the cycles of 
time has yet visited the earth. When 
I left school I thought with some re- 
gret that I was passing out into a 
world from which all the romance had 
departed, and in which all the oppor- 
tunities for great achievements had 
passed. It seemed such a sad thing 
that such talents had been postponed 
to an age when they were no longer 
needed. I think that is a mistake into 


which most young people fall. The 
imagination of youth, contemplating 
the past through the distance of years, 
sees it clothed in a glory that is not 
of to-day. It sees all the heroic deeds 
done and all the elemental problems 
solved. But how mistaken ! The 
greatest deeds have not yet been per- 
formed, the greatest problems are be- 
fore us. 

Great have been the achievements 
of the past. Great have been its con- 
quests, its struggles, its martial spirit. 
Great have been its poets, singing in 
immortal numbers, its orators thun- 
dering mighty philippics; its daring 
Spirits pursuing adventurous discov- 
eries. But its bloody pictures are 
eclipsed by the peaceful triumphs of 
to-day. It had its poets, its orators, its 
philosophers, its discoverers; but we 
have our civil engineers on the out- 
skirts of civilization, over canyon, tor- 
rent and mountain range, pressing for- 
ward the boundaries of progress. We 
have our industrial chieftains, our 
scientists, our inventors, our aviators, 
who, in his oil-coat, represents the very 
incarnation of the spirit of this age. 
We see the great characters and his- 
toric events of the past. We do not 
see its tyrannies, its serfdom, its ig- 
norance, squalor, inhumanity. To-day, 
we enjoy the fruit of those years — "the 
long results of time" — which from that 
tyranny and squalor and ignorance and 
serfdom, through many centuries, in 
human suffering, have been ground out 
of us. All the ages, like tributary vas- 
sals flocking to the storehouse of the 
present generation, each bringing its 

contribution, have piled up a treasure 
for us to enjoy and squander if we 
will. These ages are Christian ages. 
This storehouse holds a Christian 
treasure, and every portion of it, to the 
last nugget, is thrown open wide to the 
Christian citizen. 

The enjoyment of that treas- 
ure, however, lays a burden on us. If 
Christian citizenship means a set of 
privileges, it means a set of obligations 
as well. 

Above all, it demands a supreme 
reliance upon God, that in the whirl 
and stir of life, amidst the material 
cares of our daily pursuits, we continue 
to remember His unfaltering provi- 
dence, and that some day, at some 
solemn hour, each of us must walk into 
the Valley of Death. It demands that 
we shall yield an unflinching devotion 
to country, a devotion that needs no 
marching hosts, no booming cannon, 
no martial music, to stir us to its ser- 
vice, but that impels us in time of 
peace to take a lively interest in its 
public affairs and apply to the solution 
of its problems the patience and virtue 
of our Christian teaching, so that we 
may contribute to develop and preserve 
its institutions in purity and vigor. It 
demands the exercise of those simple 
virtues which marked the daily life of 
the lowly citizen of Nazareth, whose 
divine mission was to redeem the 
world. It demands that we shall work. 
There was an old pagan religion in 
which no man could be a saint who had 
not worked. It was not sufficient that 
he should have prayed. He could not 
k be sanctified until it was shown that he 



had sown useful seeds, destroyed nox- 
ious fnsects, conveyed water to the dry 
lands of Persia. Our Christian citizen- 
ship exacts of us nothing less in this 
regard than the old Magian sainthood. 
The true citizen must do something in 
his community. He must fill some use- 
ful place in the society in which he 
lives. Finally, he must stand firmly 
by those religious views which are the 
Ark of the Covenant of his own faith. 
In a day of doubt and distrust the 
Christian who yields his point for the 
sake of peace or holds his tongue out 
of mistaken charity is false to the faith 
he professes and has not the courage to 
defend. Compromise may be a wise 
policy in matters of business, but it 
does not commend itself in matters of 
principle and religion. I am sure none 
of us will admire that bishop, who, 
preaching to his fashionable congrega- 
tion and fearing to offend, told them 
that they must repent of their sins — as 
it were, and mend their ways — in a 
measure, or they would be damned— 
to a certain extent. 

And now, my dear young friends, 
you are fortunate in that you are go- 
ing out into this great world with a 
badge of Christian citizenship upon 
your breasts. You are not to think 
that because you are leaving the class 
room you have finished your educa- 
tion. It is related of Michael Angelo 
that, walking one night in the shadows 
of the Coliseum, he was asked by a 
friend what he was doing in that an- 
cient solitude. "Sir," he answered, "I 
come here to meditate on all that I 
have learned during the day, for even 

yet I find that I have not ceased to go 
to school." If you will contemplate 
the expansive intellect of that great 
poet, philosopher and artist, daily de- 
voted to the acquisition of new knowl- 
edge and the improvement of his intel- 
lect, who can talk of having finished his 
education? You are just beginning 
your career — just beginning to use 
those instruments which this institu- 
tion has placed in your hands. It will 
rest wholly with yourselves what use 
you will make of them — what use you 
will make of the opportunities that 
come to you. Fortune will not lay 
her favors in your lap. You must pur- 
sue her; you must make her yield them 
up. But if you are made of the right 
material, you will make her surrender. 
Once, when Pompedius was command- 
ing the Roman army, he occupied 
with his forces the summit of a moun- 
tain. The enemy was maneuvering 
about in the defiles below. The oppos- 
ing general, tired of waiting for Pom- 
epdius to descend, sent this message 
to him : "If you are a great general 
you will come down and fight." But 
Pompedius replied: "If you are a 
great general you will make me come 
down." And if oportunity should 
prove slow in coming down from the 
mountain, why, force her to descend. 

Back of you are all the forces of 
knowledge, of science, of literature, of 
business, which the past has organ- 
ized and placed under your command. 
Before you are all the fields, of 
thought, all the avenues of trade, all 
the great resources of nature to be 
conquered. You have but to pitch 


I I 

your campaign upon the highest plane. less inheritance of Christian citizen- 

You have but to hold jealously to that ship. Do this and your course will be 

great code of morality which you have as the flight of the eagle, who mounts 

been taught within the ancient walls into the illimitable heavens, pursues 

of Spring Hill and which is the price- the sun and rides in everlasting day. 



The seventeenth century was near- 
ing its close, when Tallahoochee, chief 
of the Choctaw tribe, left the rude 
wigwams of his ancestors to settle 
among the lofty pines and sturdy oaks 
at the headwaters of the Mobile river. 
Soon the fierce Creeks, avowed ene- 
mies of his nation, swept down in the 
dead of night on the unsuspecting vil- 
lage, asleep beneath the stars. A fierce 
fight ensued, and, for the first time, 
the proud crest of Tallahoochee was 
humbled in the dust. Of all the Choc- 
taw tribe, there remained only Tom- 
bigbee, Tallahoochee's eldest and fav- 
orite son; a youth, young in years, but 
old in undaunted bravery, as he had 
well proved in the hottest part of the 

When the fierce war-cry of the 
Creeks had ceased to resound through 
the woodland glades, he dragged his 
father's body to a nearby thicket, there 
to bury it in a mound overlooking the 
broad waters of the mighty river. 
Without friends, without shelter, with- 
out consolation, no wonder a deep 
curse on those who wrought such hav- 
oc welled up from the very depth of 
his soul. 

At length day declined to night ; 
but still the mourner knelt by the side 
of the lonely grave, and it was long ere 
sleep, blessed, restful sleep, fell at last, 
on his tired eyelids. 

But, stay, what delusion chases 
itself across Tombigbee's troubled 
brain? It seems to him that a vision, 
clad in white, floats on the water near 
the shore. A voice comes to him, 
strong, commanding: "Go where the 
river widens into a lake. There you 
will find the greatest boon which the 
Mighty Spirit can bestow on his chil- 

The imprint of the dream remains, 
clear cut as a cameo in the mind of 
Tombigbee, but the call of vengeance 
is too strong at first. A second and a 
third night he spends by the grave, and 
each time comes the same dream, the 
same mysterious vision, the same stern 
command. It is the voice of destiny 
out of the wild, and, like the Magi of 
old, answering the call of the Star of 
Bethlehem, he determines to obey its 

With bow and arrow in hand he 
leaps into his canoe and bidding fare- 
well to his childhood haunts, he is 


soon on the broad bosom of the swift- 
flowing river, the stars are above him, 
the river beneath. On either bank of 
the stream stretches a mighty forest 
dim, impenetrable, gloomy. The 
soughing of the wind, and rush of the 
water under the stern of the canoe are 
the only sounds to relieve his utter 

For four long days Tombigbee 
plied his paddle almost incessantly, 
stopping only for a necessary amount 
of sustenance. It was sunset of the 
fourth day when he reached the broad 
waters of Mobile Bay. Far off in the 
dreamy distance the dark blue line of 
the gulf stream told where the bay 
widens into a mighty ocean. The sun's 
rim, just visible above the trees, turned 
the waters of the bay into a sea of 
molten gold, seeming to kiss each 
wavelet with the day's parting bene- 

It was on the forest-clad shores 
that Tombigbee landed, and met three 
hunters of the tribe of Mobilians. His 
mighty muscles, his swarthy complex- 
ion, his fanciful dress, his noble head, 
his piercing eye, his kingly appearance, 
all united to produce friendship and ad- 
miration in the breasts of the hunters. 

"Come with us to our mighty 
chief," was their willing invitation. 

"Who are you?" asked Coosa, the 
powerful chief of the Mobilians when 
they had arrived in front of the royal 

"I am son of Tallahoochee, chief 
of the once flourishing Choctaws," 
proudly answered Tombigbee. 

"'Tis well," replied Coosa, "you 

shall have a place in my council." 

Now he thinks that in true friends 
he has found the "Greatest Boon." But 
somehow his happiness is not com- 
plete. The same old thirst for re- 
venge consumes his very soul, and he 
feels that until it is satiated, he never 
can find true happiness. 

The years speed by, and Tombig- 
bee, just turned thirty, a noble speci- 
men of young manhood, became en- 
amored of the bright eyes and raven 
tresses of the chief's only daughter, 
Orama, a beautiful damsel of nine- 
teen summers. He sought her in mar- 
riage, but the proud old chief stood 
firm, saying: "By your prowess you 
must win her." 

Disappointed, Tombigbee swore a 
great oath that he would win Orama. 
By displaying extraordinary skill in 
hunting and fishing, and the fiercest 
bravery in the grim hour of war. he 
gained the admiration of all. Still, 
Chief Coosa demurred at the match, 
thoueh the coy maiden, nothing loath, 
gave Tombi.sfbee everv encouragement. 

It was in the season when game 
is plentiful, that Coosa and Tombi°;- 
bee went deer hunting together. Coosa 
while eno-as:ed in a fi^ht aeainst a 
fierce old buck, was thrown from his 
horse and lav at the mercv of the 
charging and infuriated brute. Hear- 
ing his cries for help, Tombigbee 
rushed to his assistance, and single- 
handed rescued him from his mortal 
peril. The wounded chief looked up 
into his eyes and said: "Orama is 

Merrily, merrily whirled the mar- 



riage feast, soon after, when the 
wounds of the war-hardened chief had 
healed. There was dancing and sing- 
ing and joy in camp, and such a cele- 
bration as had never before been wit- 
nessed among the Mobilians. 

As the happy bride leaned upon 
his arm, Tombigbee exclaimed: "Now 
I have the 'Greatest Boon.' ' 

After a few weeks had passed, 
however, he realized that his happiness 
was not complete, for the desire for 
revenge, an almost hopeless desire as 
he knew it full well to be, still burned 
in his breast . 

Let us picture in imagination, the 
French colony of the Sieur de Bien- 
ville, transferred in 1711 from Twenty- 
seven Mile Bluff to the present site of 
Mobile, as it appeared to Tombigbee, a 
mighty chief of the Mobilians, when, 
with other braves he visited the friend- 
ly "pale faces." A store, a few houses, 
a rude frame church, then constituted 
all of what is the present city of Mo- 
bile. Yet it seemed to the Indians, ac- 
customed to the solitude of the path- 
less forest, a mighty town indeed. 

One day Tombigbee happened in 
one of his visits to pass the little frame 
church, in front of which a black-robed 
priest, Father LeMaire, was preaching. 
He was about to go by when a voice 
within him seemed to whisper: "Stay." 
His interest and curiosity were at once 
awakened, and he paused to listen. 
See how his face lights up, as the sky 
at break of day, when he hears the 

priest exclaim : "In Baptism you will 
find the greatest boon which the 
Mighty Spirit, your Father, can bestow 
on you." They are the very words of 
his dream, and his soul expands with 
joy. After the sermon, he seeks Father 
LeMaire, and asks to become a Chris- 

The day of his baptism dawns 
bright and fair. A vast concourse of 
colonists, as well as copper-skinned In- 
dians from far and near, came to wit- 
ness the ceremony, for the fame of his 
prowess had spread to the regions be- 
yond the turbulent Mississippi, aye, 
even to Kentucky's dark and bloody 

When the pomp and ceremony was 
over, Tombigbee sought out Father 

"Blackrobe, why is it that I am 
so happy, and not a spark of revenge 
lingers in my breast?" exclaimed the 
newly-baptized chief. 

"The answer lies in a rude cross 
that rose on Calvary's Mount two 
thousand years ago," replied Father 
LeMaire. "The Crucified Redeemer 
with his dying breath prayed for His 
very murderers : 'Forgive them, Fath- 
er, for they know not what they do.' 
Could anything be so sublime? And in 
Baptism you become a Christian, a 
child of Heaven ; and you take up your 
cross and follow Him, Who died an 
ignominious death for our sins." 

"Truly," exclaimed Tombigbee, 
"Baptism is the GREATEST BOON!" 





Tom Carden descended the steps of 
the Marshall residence that night with 
as much of an air of bravado as he 
could muster for the occasion. As he 
reached the walk leading to the gate 
he stopped and drew a full package of 
cigarettes from his pocket, placed one 
between his lips and lit it. The box of 
cigarettes was one which he had pur- 
chased specially for the occasion, for 
Carden had not smoked in years. As 
he held the flaring match to the end of 
his cigarette, he was astonished to no- 
tice how his hand trembled, and instead 
of an air of cool indifference his actions 
bespoke intense excitement. The fact 
of the matter was that Carden was 
making a stage play, was trying to act 
a part, and was failing miserably. De- 
spite the benumbed condition of his 
mind, and the general sense of disas- 
ter which hung over him, he realized 
that he was a sad-looking figure, and 
that he was making a failure of his 
role. So he hurried on to leave the 
scene of his discomfiture. 

As he walked along the cement 
pavement a familiar tune was wafted 
to him on the breeze. The band in the 
public square some six blocks away 
was playing "Tonight Will Never 
Come Again Eor You and Me" and 
Carden caught the tune and startled. 

The thought struck him that per- 
haps the words were all too true as ap- 
plied to his own case and that of the 
girl whom he had just left. One impulse 

was to turn around and go back and 
repair the breach that had lately been 
made in their relations, but Carden 
brushed it aside. It was not his place 
to make any overtures, he thought. The 
girl was clearly in the wrong, and he 
did not propose to humble himself to 
suit her fancy any more. And the 
thought added new impetus to Car- 
den's steps and sent a mad wave of 
temper surging through his mind and 
he walked on in bitterness of soul. He 
forgot the band in the park, forgot his 
cigarette, which he tossed into the gut- 
ter, forgot everything except that 
Helen Marshall had dared to oppose 
him for the first time since thev had 
been engaged, and that they had quar- 
reled and separated. The result of all 
of which was that Carden was not in 
the best of humors. 

His first thought was to return 
home and go to bed, but past exper- 
ience had taught Carden that sleep 
never came when trouble was upon his 
mind, and that he would lie awake for 
hours thinking and Avorrying. He was 
determined not to worrv about this 
quarrel ; he had worried enough about 
the girl, more than she was worth, he 
thought, and so was going to do some- 
thing to make him forget his troubles, 
something to distract his mind. And so 
Carden dropped in a cigar store where 
the boys usually hung out, picked up 
an old crony with whom he had not as- 
sociated for months, and carried him 



away to the best vaudeville show in the 
town. After the performance he walked 
home at a brisk pace, whistling with an 
assumed gaiety, and went to bed. Ik- 
was physically tired, and so he slept. 

In both a social and a business 
way, Tom Garden was considered a 
successful man in his town, lie was 
as widely known and as well liked as 
any young man in the city, and his po- 
sition as division engineer on the X. & 
Y. Ry. was a very desirable one. L>ut 
Carden had a besetting sin, and one 
which, while not apparent on the sur- 
face, and known to few of his acquaint- 
ances, was the terror of his close 
friends. He was selfish to the core, 
supersensitive, headstrong, and with an 
uncurbed temper, which he often said 
would be the ruin of his life. In fine, 
he was one of those men who have 
sometimes been designated as "street 
angels, and home devils;" which is to 
say that Carden was a more pleasant 
and affable man to strangers than to in- 
timate friends. He had few close 
friends, and these he was in constant 
terror of losing by some outburst of 
passion. The friends he kept the long- 
est were those whose dispositions were 
so similar to his own that he respected 
their peculiarities and kept a constant 
guard upon himself while in their com- 
pany. If he had watched himself as 
closely when with others as he did 
when with these few friends he would 
have been a model man. As it was he 
passed for a model man with every- 
body but his close friends and himself. 
In his own estimation he stood pretty 
low. He was in the unfortunate posi- 

tion of knowing his own weakness and 
detesting himself for it, but being, so 
he said, unable to conquer it. In fact, 
Carden was in the habit of blaming his 
misfortune on heredity, and spending 
valuable time in pitying himself, which 
he could have employed much more 
profitably in correcting his faults. 

On the morning after his quarrel 
with Helen Marshall, Carden was torn 
by conflicting emotions. He was not 
beyond the reach of good impulses, but 
unfortunately beyond their execution. 
They were frequently sown in his mind 
hut hardly ever bore fruit. The trouble 
with him was that he could not dis- 
tinguish between stubbornness and 
manliness. He made it a tenet of his 
life's creed seldom to give in to an- 
other in an estrangement. He pre- 
tended to be fair, and boasted that he 
could apologize and acknowledge his 
mistake when shown he was in the 
wrong, but nobody ever succeeded in 
showing him he was in the wrong, ex- 
cept in trivial matters. So it was in 
this trouble. 

Carden's first waking thoughts 
were of the quarrel of the night before. 
An All-wise Providence has so ordered 
things in this world that a man's in- 
clinations, when he awakes in the 
morning after a night of restful sleep, 
are usually pure and wholesome. 
When Carden awoke he was in a frame 
of mind which told him quite clearly 
he was in the wrong, and wdiile in this 
attitude he firmly resolved to mend 
matters, and profit by the lesson. He 
was impulsive, and so decided not to 
wait until evening: but to sit down and 



write a little note the first thing in the 
morning. After he had breakfasted he 
prepared to write the note and discov- 
ered that his inclination to take the in- 
itiative in repairing the breach of the 
night before had vanished. The more 
he thought upon the matter the more 
he was strengthened in his opinion that 
he was in the right and that it was not 
for him to make overtures. It was not 
manly, he decided, and abandoned the 
idea. He felt sure that everything 
would eventually come out all right; 
things always did in the end. 

In a way Carden was an optimist; 
a blind optimist. Perhaps if he had 
analysed his sentiments he would have 
discovered that he was a fatalist. It 
had always been his steadfast belief 
that everything came out for the best 
in the long run, and he bolstered him- 
self in his belief by imagining that 
everything that did happen was for the 
best. It was a little sophistry of which 
he was particularly fond. He brought 
it into play to console him in his trou- 
ble with Helen Marshall, and it told 
him that something was bound to turn 
up which would straighten things out, 
and that he would not have to humble 
himself. He could spare his pride, he 
thought, for Helen Marshall would find 
some way of bridging the chasm. She 
always had in the past, and this, too, 
would come out all right. And then 
Carden would become more cheerful 
and would try to forget the troubles, 
and would be all smiles for several days 
at a time. 

In fact, after the first few days he 
never gave any signs of being very 

deeply distressed over his misfortune. 
But he did not forget the girl and the 
only way he could keep his mind from 
brooding over the quarrel was to keep 
it constantly occupied by other mat- 
ters. It was noticeable that he worked 
harder, sought the society of his friends 
more, went to the theatre oftener, and 
always contrived to be doing some- 
thing, or to be with somebody. And 
with this condition of affairs prevail- 
ing, two weeks passed, then three, and 
finally a month, and Carden was still 
unchanged in mind. He was still stub- 
born, still convinced of the justice of 
his own cause, still hopeful of eventu- 
al success, and was beginning to won- 
der a little at Helen Marshall's hold- 
ing out. And it was while he was in 
this frame of mind that opportunity 
knocked at Carden's door and found 
him alert and waiting. 

There was, at that time, a big deal 
on in South America, and Carden was 
offered a position which paid a salary 
that made his present wage look small 
in comparison. To the mind of the 
fatalist it was the intervention of Kis- 
met, the little god of luck or fate, at 
whose shrine the engineer of the X. & 
Y. was a constant worshipper. Car- 
den could see nothing but good in the 
venture. He was tired of the city, of 
the constant memories of Helen Mar- 
shall, of the thousand and one little 
things which recalled happier and 
more pleasant days. He wanted new 
scenes, new work, everything new. In 
truth he would have liked to have 
donned a new self and to have fled 
from the old one, but this was not pos- 



sible, and so he determined to make 
the best of his present opportunity 
and change surroundings at least. 

He sailed the sixth week after his 
quarrel with Helen. There was a long 
piece in each of the three local papers 
concerning his good fortune, and the 
work he was going to do. It gave the 
history of the great venture on which 
he was embarking. It told where the 
engineer's headquarters would be, and 
that Carden was to be the second in 
command there. Carden got a copy of 
the two morning papers the day he was 
leaving, and as he read the articles in 
them he smiled with satisfaction and 
thought that time would work for him 
if everything else failed and that he 
would receive some word from Helen 
Marshall when he had been in his trop- 
ical position a short time. The ro- 
mance of the situation appealed to 
him powerfully, and he had visions of 
his return home in a few years, a suc- 
cessful engineer, and of his claiming 
Helen for his bride. And so he car- 
ried hope always with him, and ever 
looked forward and trusted in his star. 
In the end, yes, surely everything 
would come out all right in the end. 

Two years in the tropics had un- 
doubtedly changed Tom Carden. The 
men who had been constantly asso- 
ciated with him in that time remarked 
the change and commented upon it. A 
few of his friends told him of it, and 
he himself had not failed to notice the 
metamorphosis. The work on which 
he was engaged was in a malaria-in- 
fested region of Brazil, pushing a rail- 
road through a densely wooded, 

swampy country, where the tropic 
heat, the mosquitoes and the fever 
combined to make life a regular hell 
for the engineers and those under 
them. Not many men lasted two years 
there, and Carden was one of the few 
of the original party who still re- 
mained. Some of them died, others 
returned to "God's country" ruined for 
life, almost all of them left. Those 
who stayed in the tropics were 
changed men. The ills of the region 
ruined their dispositions as it ruined 
their bodies. They became fretful and 
irritable, cross and surly with one an- 
other, and instead of alleviating con- 
ditions they made them worse by 
their own conduct. But things went 
by contraries with Carden. Mosqui- 
toes, fever and heat had alike treated 
him well, and after two years in the 
worst section of the Amazon country, 
he could boast a constitution unim- 
paired by yellow jack or malaria, and 
a disposition which had been chasten- 
ed by the fire of adversity. Where 
^ther men had soured and become pes- 
simists, Carden had been cheerful and 
never lost patience with his surround- 
ings, nor with the less fortunate men 
under him. It was as if a special dis- 
pensation had been given him to live 
in that region unmolested by the thou- 
sand and one ills that preyed upon his 
fellows. From second in command, he 
had risen to the position of chief en- 
gineer, and the main reason of this was 
because his superior had been sent 
home on a stretcher, and Carden knew 
more about the work than any new 
man who could be brought down from 



the States. Besides he could handle 
the men better. Garden, who never 
complained himself, could get more 
and better work out of his inferiors 
than men who cursed and fumed and 
lost their tempers at every little thing 
that went awry. 

It was not that the chief engineer 
had been immune to the common evils, 
but that he had set his soul to conquer 
them, and conquer them he did. He 
had taken better care of himself than 
the men with whom he associated, and 
had tabooed the native rum, the whis- 
key from the States, and the other dis- 
sipations which formed the chief alle- 
viations for his companions. He had 
firmly resolved not to give in to his 
peevishness or temper when things 
went wrong, as they did quite fre- 
quently, and the result was that he had 
survived where others had perished 
miserably. In reality, Carden was be- 
coming a strong man. Back on the X. 
& Y. he had always been known as a 
strong man, and a stern one, but he 
knew in his own heart that he was a 
weakling, because he had never mas- 
tered himself. Now, he was daily mas- 
tering himself. His associates and the 
men under him looked upon him as a 
sort of wonder, and the ignorant na- 
tive Indians would have offered him 
homage as a relative of the great sun 
god himself. And with the great 
change that had come into his life, he 
saw his mistakes of the past very viv- 
idly and clearly. He knew now that he 
had been entirely to blame on that 
night two years before when he had 
quarreled with Helen Marshall. He 

knew that he had always been in the 
wrong in his many quarrels with her. 
He could see how his jealousy, his 
selfishness and headstrong temper had 
been responsible for all their troubles. 
He knew that he had blighted his life, 
and he blamed no one for it but him- 

In the two years that he had been 
in the tropics no word had come di- 
rectly from Helen. Once or twice he 
had been in one of the larger coast 
towns and had succeeded in purchas- 
ing home papers from a little news 
stand that handled American journals. 
The society columns usually con- 
tained some mention of Helen Mar- 
shall ; a dinner party here, a theatre 
party there, and another time where 
she had been bridesmaid at a wedding. 
And then along towards the end of his 
second year in Brazil, Carden had met 
a tourist who had spoken of her. He 
had said that her life was one round of 
pleasures, that she was the. gayest and 
most sought after girl in her set, and 
that, though there were many admir- 
ers, none seemed to be favored more 
than the others. And for awhile, after 
talking with the tourist, g'loom sat up- 
on Carden's soul, and his men missed 
the wonted cheerfulness, and thought 
that perhaps the malign sickness had 
at last stricken the chief. But in a day 
or so Carden was again himself, and 
if he did not forget the tourist's talk, 
he at least did not allow it to affect 
him further. 

The work on the railroad was rapid- 
ly nearing its completion, and every 
man working upon it rejoiced at the 



prospect but the chief engineer. The 

pay had been good and many of the 
men, with large rolls of bank notes, 
were looking forward to their return 
to the States. They all had something 
to look forward to, and it made Car- 
den sick at heart to think that he was 
an outcast, and that the old scenes and 
the former surroundings had lost all 
attraction and appeal to him. The fu- 
ture did ni >t hold much in store for 
Tom Carden. He wanted to remain 
in the tropics and go on building rail- 
roads through fever ridden country 
the rest of his life. He still believed 
in his star, but only in a very limited 
sense, and his old motto, that every- 
thing would come out all right in the 
end, had almost faded from his mem- 
ory in the two busy years of construc- 
tion work. He did not have any defi- 
nite plans for the future, and when the 
last tie of the road had been laid, and 
the last spike driven, and the daily 
trains had commenced their trips over 
the steel rails which had rusted be- 
fore they Avcre used, he lingered on in 
the little town on the coast, like a man 
wdio rests in a cool place after a long 
journey beneath the sun. Life had 
suddenly become very monotonous 
and tiresome to him. As leisure sup- 
planted labor he had more and more 
time for thought, and he always found 
himself wandering back in fancy to 
the town where be had lived the great- 
est part of his life, and to the girl who 
had been the greatest factor in it. He 
hated himself for his inability to have 
made his life worth while, and looked 
upon his whole career as marred. It 

never occurred to him that he could 
start over again, lie had gone from 
one extreme to the other, and instead 
of blind optimism he now believed 
that it was too late and that there was 
nothing for him to do but face the dark- 
future and make the best of it. He had 
conquered everything but his pride, 
his stubborn sense of aloofness, and 
his inability to humble himself and 
acknowledge his wrong before the 
party whom he had injured. He could 
accuse himself in his own soul, but not 
before another; not even before her 
who he knew would forgive him 
most readily. Carden did not realize 
it himself, but there was still this one 
barrier between him and a complete 

Then one night it all came to him. 
Tt suddenly dawned upon him that he 
was still lacking in something, and 
that he had not humbled his pride. He 
was staying at a little hotel on the 
main plaza of the town. Every night 
during the winter months one of the 
national regimental bands plaved in 
the plaza. Carden was in the habit of 
sitting on a little balcony overlooking 
the square, and listening to the band. 
The airs played were mostly Spanish, 
with now and then some French and 
Italian, and an occasional American 
piece, usually at special request. And 
so it was that on this night the band 
commenced playing "Tonight Will 
Never Come Again for You and Me." 
It was the first time that Carden had 
heard the piece in over two years. As 
he sat and listened to it he was car- 
ried back to the last occasion when he 



had heard it, on the night of his quar- 
rel with Helen Marshall. He sat 
through it as one benumbed. In a dull 
sort of way he remembered his thought 
at the time, that perhaps the words 
of the piece were prophetic for him. 
Events had lent veracity to his guess. 
A flood of bitter regrets swept over 
Carden's soul, and he bowed his head 
and set his teeth to choke back the 
sobs that rose in his throat. That 
melody, played by the shabby, little 
regimental band, had touched him as 
nothing else had done since he had 
quarreled with Helen Marshall. For 
the first time, too, he realized that 
there was another side to the case ; 
that the girl had also suffered ; that she, 
too, must have gone back in fancy 
thousands of times to the night of 
their separation, and tortured herself 
with the burning memories of the past. 
All this had never occurred to Car- 
den before. He had seen only his side 
of the question. Now he thought of 
her, and the suffering he had inflicted 
upon her. 

And then a good resolve sprung 
up in the soul of Tom Carden, and he 
stood up and looked out over the 
plaza, bathed in the glorious tropical 
moonlight, and gazed towards the 
North, to where, in the great distance, 
he knew that "God's country" lay. 
Somewhere up there was his land, his 
home town, his people and the girl 
whom he still loved. Perhaps it was 
not too late, after all. What right 
did he have to be wasting his life 
down there in a foreign land when 
everything that should be dear to him 

was back up there? And as he stood 
there looking towards the far range of 
mountains in the North he realized 
that he loved his old sweetheart more 
dearly than he had ever loved her be- 
fore in his life. He knew that he had 
been through the fire and had come out 
chastened and purified, and that now 
he approached nearer to being worthy 
of her. And with the thought came 
the determination to go back to the 
old town and beg her forgiveness, and 
ask her to forget the miserable past 
and live with him in the glorious pres- 
ent and the still more glorious future. 
Yes, he would fulfill his great resolve. 
He would take the first boat that sailed 
for New Orleans, or Galveston, or Key 
West ; he would land anywhere to get 
back to her. He was a well known en- 
gineer now ; fame and wealth had 
come to him as a result of his work on 
the Brazilian road, and he had some- 
thing to offer Helen, something be- 
sides his great love. But he knew that 
he had something else, bigger and 
greater than his position or his suc- 
cess, to offer her. He would offer her 
his new self, the man she had taken 
him for at first, and discovered he was 
not. Yes, he would go back to her and 
tell her that he had learned his mis- 
take, and that he was penitent, and ask 
her to start life over again with him. 

Never for a minute did he doubt 
that she had been true to him through 
the long time that had elapsed since 
they had parted. He knew her too 
well ; he knew her love and he knew 
that she would not give herself to an- 
other. He never felt anv concern 



along these lines. Never a fear en- 
tered his head of her having married. 
He did not believe she would marry a 
man she did not love, and he knew 
that a woman loves truly but once. Be- 
sides, the tourist had told him she was 
not married, and the tourist had left 
there only a few months before. And 
life once more took on its brightest 
colors for Tom Carden. Now there 
was something to live for, something 
to look forward to. After all, his old 
motto held good and things would 
come out all right in the end. They 
always did. The little god of luck had 
not deserted him even after all these 
long months in the Brazilian swamps. 
He was bound to win. His star shone 
before him more brightly than ever 
and all the world was radiant with its 
light. It was as if he had dreamed a 
long, unpleasant dream, and now he 
was awakening and rejoicing to find 
that it was not true. He felt ashamed 
of himself for ever having despaired 
and given up hope. He ought to have 
known that it was for the best, and 
that things would right themselves 
when they had run their course. In 
the end, yes, that was it. Nothing 
went wrong; everything came out 
right in the end. 

When Tom Carden reached his 
old home that evening he felt that he 
had never before seen it looking so 
beautiful. It seemed to him that 
things had been specially arranged for 
his homecoming. The old town looked 
to Carden like the City Beautiful. He 
thought that Heaven could not be 
more attractive, and laughed from 

sheer joy at the thought. In the depot 
he met several old friends and greet- 
ed them with an impulsive cordiality 
that made them wonder if this was the 
same Tom Carden who had sailed for 
the tropics two years before. Every 
one he met was glad to see him and 
welcomed him home with an enthusi- 
asm which was unmistakably genuine. 
And all the while Carden thought up- 
on the goodness of everything, and 
what an excellent old world he lived 
in. He could not understand how he 
had ever degenerated into a pessimist. 
Surely, he thought, it must have been 
that infernal Brazilian climate. And 
then his thoughts would return to 
Helen, and a mad joy would surge up 
within him which could hardly brook 
the delay occasioned by his having to 
go to a hotel to change his travel- 
stained clothes. That very evening he 
was to see her, and she would forgive 
him, and they would be sweethearts 
again as in the happy days of the past. 
Everything would be forgotten and 
they would start anew, and live each 
for the other's love. It seemed to Car- 
den that his whole existence hereto- 
fore had been only a preparation for 
the real life that was now opening be- 
fore him. This was achievement; the 
other, the toil that purchased it. 

Carden had engaged a cab and di- 
rected the driver to a hotel. Part of 
the route was over the famous Espla- 
nade, the city's most beautiful thor- 
oughfare. As he was whirled along, 
Carden thought how much prettier was 
this street than anything he had seen 
while he was away. To his mind the 



magnificent boulevards of the large 
Brazilian cities were not comparable 
to this beautiful driveway. The trees 
that bordered either sidewalk were 
filled with myriads of small birds, all 
chirping merrily. Carden imagined 
that they, too, were singing poems of 
joy because life was so good and the 
world so fine and grand. They echoed 
the gladness in his own soul and gave 
expression to his feelings as he never 

And while he was thus musing 
and lost in his glorious revery the cab 
stopped and the coachman descended 
from his box and began pacing the 
sidewalk. Carden knew he had not 
reached his destination, and opening 
the door of the hack he stepped out to 
see what had caused the halt. They 
were at a street crossing, and along the 
intersecting thoroughfare a funeral 
procession was slowly wending its 
way. The hearse had just passed, and 
as Carden looked at the beautiful white 
horses nd the snowy casket he knew 
that some young life had been ruth- 

lessly snuffed out. His gaze then 
wandered to the first carriage and as 
he recognized the occupants he in- 
voluntarily clutched the open door of 
his cab. For there, all in black, was 
the Marshall family ; every one except 
Helen ; the father, his head bowed with 
grief; the mother, with her tear 
dimmed eyes gazing unseeing out of 
the carriage window ; and the boy, 
the younger child. And Carden 
looked to the next carriage, thinking 
that there, perhaps, he would see the 
daughter. But it was an open car- 
riage, laden only with floral tributes, 
and as he looked at them one large 
piece attracted his attention. Carden 
could see it quite plainly and could 
distinctly read the word that was 
worked out in the flowers, and as he 
gazed in fascination on that word, it 
occurred to his sub-conscious self, as 
trivial matters often intrude in tragic 
moments, that he had never before 
seen such magnificent roses. Spelled 
out in gorgeous white flowers was the 
one word. "HELEN." 



Dear Lord, I am kneeling before Thee, Thy servants — we do not respect Thee ; 

From the depths of my heart I adore We walk in Thy presence with bold- 

Thee; ness, 

I believe in Thy presence all-holy, To Thy promptings we answer with 
Love-immured in this prison so lowly. coldness. 

Here Thou stayest and here ever Thou askest of us some small taken 

waitest, Of love for Thy heart, that was broken 

To console and to solace the latest, By sorrow for want of man's pity, 

Who, burdened with grief and af- On the Hill by Thine own chosen city, 

Come at length for Thy sweet bene- We love Thee indeed— but how coolly, 

diction. "We still keep our passions unruly, 

We throb not with fervent devotion, 

All the day long this world is so busy, That breathes through each action and 

By the whirlpool of life made so dizzy, motion. 

That but few think of Thee ever long- 
ing We kneel not in rapt adoration. 

To have myriads of men round Thee We heed not Thy sweet inspiration; 

thronging. For Thy fond, gentle love does not 

win us 

And at night when the world is re- And Thy grace finds no temple within 
viving us. 

Its forces to keep up the striving 

For pleasure and wealth and dominion Ah ! verily, Lord, I repent me 

And the favor of fleeting opinion — My abuse of the grace Thou hast sent 


Who with Thee then the long vigil The times without number I've sad- 
spendeth, dened 

Save the little red lamp that e'er That Heart I so easily had gladdened, 

Its soft-shining rays without falter Dear Lord, I am kneeling before Thee, 

Towards the innocent Lamb of the From the depths of my heart I adore 
Altar. Thee ; 

I believe in Thy presence all-holy, 

Ah ! truly, Dear Lord, we neglect Thee, Love-immured in this prison so lowly. 




BY J. T. BECKER, '12. 

"If life were robbed of love and folly, 
'Twould be at best wise melancholy 

And poor would be that wisdom's rule, 
Where man ne'er loved nor played 
the fool." 

Isn't it great to go home in June 
feeling as if you have accomplished 
the world and own a good portion of 
it? Work? Well I guess not! Money 
is no object. Your coat of tan and the 
things you think you know about the 
world in general and its doings, are 
enough to make up for any financial 
deficiency. Your allowance is sufficient. 
Off to a watering place, — a sandy 
beach. There you meet the Girl. The 
most adorable creature on the globe ! 
Not a goddess of beauty, but one, easy 
to look at ; large, dreamy eyes ; shin- 
ing, white teeth ; and a darling little 
dimple when she smiles. Sleeves rolled 
up, — and she doesn't use paint ; swims 
like a fish, eats cold lobsters, has the 
baseball craze — and then — she is so 
sensible ; will never let you spend 
money foolishly ; only consumes' five 
chocolate milks per day, but likes to 
see the baseball game. One lb. of 
Huyler's is enough for one night, and 
she never eats very much at supper, 
but only cares to go to hear the music 
and be in the swim. Ah; it is a case of 
love at first sight. Her admirers at 
the beach are many but she tells you 
how you are the favored one. The 
affections of the others are only trifled 
with. She also lets you know how 

much you love each other and all that. 
And say, isn't the moon lovely on these 
quiet little walks and still quieter lit- 
tle talks? 

She thinks you are a dear for giv- 
ing her the ring; never expected any- 
thing so expensive. She's such a sen- 
sible miss. Then just when your soul 
is filled to overflovv x..g with the sweet 
perfume of her presence, and your 
pockets are flat, — also from presents, 
out from across the noisy waters you 
hear the gentle calling of the Rah-Rah 
boys. It is time to join the ranks of 
toil. Your clothes go pell-mell into 
the trunk, but the small picture and 
the lock of her hair are next to your 
heart. They are to be your only con- 
solation. You hold one small tanned 
hand in yours and say good-bye. The 
train whistles and you leave her wav- 
ing farewell from the platform. 

Next comes the excitement of 
opening day ; the meeting of all your 
old friends and the acquaintance of 
new ones. The prospects for the foot- 
ball eleven occupy your mind and 
make you forget that you have written 
two letters and a telegram, without re- 
ceiving an answer. She is such a sen- 
sible girl and maybe does not like to 
waste time writing silly letters ; or, 
perhaps she is sick, — poor thing, — you 
are worried. The boys do not think 
her picture is so stunning but then, — 
they don't know the girl. 

The excitement of getting back 



soon wears off, and the grind begins. 
You try hard to study, but cannot see 
anything in a book other than a con- 
fused mixture of curls, candies ; and a 
face full of rippling laughter ; to you — 
the face of an angel. 

Every one slaps you on the back ; 
"Cheer up ! You have a few more days 
to live!" But you don't see it that 
way. "Why has she not written some- 
thing besides that ugly old post card?" 
you wonder, and just as gentle autumn 
falls before the cool November winds, 
just when the old straw hat is shot 
and the derby has its day, you learn 
the fatal news. And how do you learn 
it? Why, every friends you know who 
has the price of a postage stamp sends 
a full account of the affair. "They 
were quietly married at the home of 
the bride's father. She was beautiful 
in a simple white gown." And all that 

sort of thing. The lucky groom was 
he who stood by her side to give sweet 
consolation when you left her stand- 
ing on the platform. 

A pretty hard fall and it is many 
moons before you can see the humor 
of the situation in the same light as 
do your friends ; but then, as time 
wears on you get over it all, and begin 
to regain your capacity for laughing 
without looking as if it hurts. It is 
time now for the fellow who won out 
to be miserable. You are free! The 
curl and picture are carefully stored 
away in a strong box with the other 

By plugging you make up for the 
hours spent in rapturous thought, and, 
when the Christmas holidays come 
around, you are quite ready to go forth 
and take your winter pill. Say ! Isn't 
it great to be young and foolish? 



And when the lights one by one 
went out, leaving the four strangers 
seated in the shadowy rotunda, it was 
nearly eleven o'clock. Here and there 
suddenly appeared lights and as sud- 
denly went out, as if the boarders 
wished to try the durability of the elec- 
tric buttons, if not from board at least 
from play, they would receive full 
value for their money. 

The four strangers, each unknown 
to the other, were equal, inasmuch as 
each has as much to do as the other, 

and though for one solid hour these 
four men had been seated side by side, 
yet not one had broken the silence. 

Aroused, as it were, all of a sud- 
den from a reverie, one individual 
crouched up in a seemingly uncomfort- 
able position, removed a pipe from his 
mouth and spoke : 

"My only regret," in a scarcely audi- 
ble whisper, "is that I leave this hotel 
in the morning." 

Seeing that he had attracted no at- 
tention, he continued in a louder tone: 



"And more so because I am afraid 
that I must tread my weary way home 
on foot. I am not much on the Edward 
Payson Weston habit." 

Still, not even a sound of appro- 
bation or of dissent came from the lips 
of the other three as they dreamily 
smoked in silence. 

"But," subsumed the man with the 
crazy feet, producing something from 
his hip pocket, "I have here in my 
hand one pint of liquid food, which if 
taken moderately will produce hardly 
any results, but if taken carelessly will 
draw a jovial smile on the lemon-fruit- 
soda countenance of many a gentleman 
of English extraction. It is called 
Black and White ; guaranteed pure 
Scotch, imported ; an ingredient of 
highballs ; the nectar of the gods. With 
this long speech the man with the bot- 
tle, resumed his uncomfortable posi- 
tion, and remained in a state of com- 
plete rest. The fat gentleman with the 
stogie removed the said rope from his 
teeth, and inclining his brain box in 
the manner of a magnetic needle, 
looked long and hard at the man with 
the bottle. Then being convinced that 
what the fellow had said was true he 
struck an attitude of pensiveness. 

"I am willing, sir, to resume the 
conversation which you have begun, 
sir," turning to the man with the bot- 
tle. Then to the stranger next to the 
man with the flask: "Would you be 
much put out, sir, if you would change 
seats with me? The gentleman next 
to you, sir, has made a proposition 
which very much interests me, and I 

would have sweet converse with my 

"I would suffer a great incon- 
venience, were I to exchange seats 
with you," responded a chilly voice 
from the darkness, "since I was get- 
ting interested in the man myself." 

"Ah," mused the man with the 
bottle," finally I have found some 
friends who will take good care of me." 
Then turning to the strangers eager to 
make friendship with him, he said : 
"Let us then face each other and after 
drawing the bullet from this old sol- 
dier, we will drink the contents and re- 
sume our talk." 

"Not so fast," growled a lost chord 
at the end, "your proposition interests 
me a great deal, more than you think, 
and — you know — this is a dry town — 
err-ahem — 

"The more the merrier," inter- 
rupted the man with the rope. 

"Salute the soldier as is customary 
before the operation," remarked one of 
the favored ones. 

After an incantation, the gentle- 
man with the crazy feet extracted the 
bullet and forth came the blood of old 
Kentucky. The operation successful, 
the old soldier was sent away and then 
one who had been smacking his lips for 
quite a while said : 

"Tell us, sir, how it is that you are 

"Yes, tell us," echoed the man with 
the rope. 

"Oh, do!" from the other member 
of the quartet. 

"It is a long story. About my boy- 
hood I will mention nothing. But as 


2 7 

years passed and I became a man, I 
knew that I was framed for a detec- 
tive. And subsequently I followed the 
Fata Morgana of fame. I applied to 
the government, and was assigned the 
position of sleuthing the agitator of a 
South American Republic. In other 
words became a rubber-heel special- 
ist, a gumshoe man. My debut was 
made in the camp of the enemy. There 
it was that I met the esteemed Guerra, 
the genial Gomez, and the urbane Cas- 
tro of Indian extraction, leaving out for 
the present the sprightly and even 
jocular Miliano, king of spaghetti 
eaters, then a soldier of fortune. 

"Castro, the scholarly and philo- 
sophical Castro, was as elusive in his 
ways as a Black Hand member. To 
him the knife was a necessarv article 
of wear, and many would disappear, 
who, if fortune had fated otherwise, 
would no doubt, be alive to-dav. One 
dav the esteemed Guerra, whose bodv 
later fell to mv lot. as a cornse. which 
I planted with growing and admiring 
esteem, approached me, verv friendly: 
threw his 'capa' over his shoulders and 
spoke : 

" 'Mi nuerido Schulz,' Schulz is 
mv name, bv the wav. T think that 
vou had better depart from our com- 
munity, since I do not see the reason 
of vour being here. Of course we have 
other methods : the knife i^ good sport; 
a p-unshot wound is not favorablv re- 
ceived.' With that he went off. not 
even mentioning the weather. That 
was one of the manv peculiarities of 
Guerra. Whilst engaged in conver- 
sation with anyone he would be quietly 

slipping the steel blade between that 
person's ribs." 

"Ah, Guerra," soliloquized the 
man with the once loaded bottle, "how 
soon did you fall to my lot. And the 
urbane Castro, metaphysically in- 
clined, not without a touch of the log- 
ical — but why philosophize," he broke 
out, "before you gentlemen wanting to 
hear my story?" 

"The next visit was from the gen- 
ial land-pirate, Gomez. 

"Ha, ha," with a flourish of a Pan- 
ama,' but you look well, mi amigo,' he 
declared in a friendlv (sort of stage- 
villain-friendlv) voice. 'But.' he added. 
'You mig-ht look worse — and perhaps, 
omen sabe?' with a shrug of the shoul- 
ders, you will look worse.' Then he 
laughed. It was not pleasant to hear 
Gomez laue-h. He would beein softly 
and end in a stranee. shocking snasm. 
In fact vou would have to resort to the 
old method of nunching him in the 
back, lest in one of those spasms, he 
mip'ht rive up his — T am afraid — rather 
dark-colored ehost. And now I rue 
the times I did not let him choke. But 
that is neither here nor there. His 
visits were not pleasant. The subtile 
humor was the humor of an instigator 
of crimes, an arch plotter, a traitor, a — 
a — a — 

"It was not lonp - before the urbane 
Castro paid me a visit. T remember it 
was a beautiful, sunshinv dav. From 
afar I saw him ridinn- through the 
fields of hemp, that bowed their heads 
in obedience to the gentle breeze. Be- 
fore he had even reached me. I heard 
him shout from afar: "It rains, or it 



doesn't rain, but it doesn't rain : there- 
fore it rains.' Castro was ever a hum- 
orist, and as I mentioned before, the 
quizzical leader, was somewhat of a 
Spinoza, a Cartesius, a Plato or more 
so a Pluto. 

" 'Do you know, my dear Schulz,' 
he argued with 'me, 'I think that the 
climate of Nicaragua is better than 
ours. I should think a trip there would 
not harm you in the least. Of course if 
you refuse to go, we do not compel 
you, but then we must resort to the 
corrosive inevitable.' 

"The invective philippics of Cas- 
tro passed me like the idle wind. 

" 'Nunca,' I shouted, 'pump the 
town pump, but you can't find a handle 
on this duck.' 

"But I was the individual, and 
Castro the trust. And as the individ- 
ual must side-track for the trust, so 
did I do likewise. In fact the feeling 
of dagger points in your bed at night 
is by no manner of means a pleasant 
sensation, I assure you. And did you 
all ever hear of the negro preacher who 
said that there were two roads that ran 
through this world, one to eternal 
damnation, and the other to everlast- 
ing perdition? And an old fellow at 
the back of the church shouted as he 
went out : 'Den dis heah niggah takes 
to de woods.' That was exactly what 
I did. That very night I left. Rather 
they made me leave. I sought refuge 
in Nicaragua. But the sprightly Mi- 
liano tracked me. I came upon him un- 
expectedly. I had dropped into a res- 
taurant to order some food. The man 
with the dark whiskers next door or- 

dered spaghetti ; I then knew that my 
neighbor was the jovial Miliano. Strik- 
ing him a terrific crack between his 
sights, I left sandalless; not that I 
wore sandals, but that that is the 
phrase in Greek for a man in a hur- 
ry. Would you believe it, I took pass- 
age on a boat, and found that my trav- 
eling companion was the king of 
spaghetti eaters? Soon I laid out my 
campaign. I knew that Miliano was a 
heavy drinker. And the only place of 
refuge for me was a prohibition town. 
So here I came on a boat from Panama. 
The captain wanted me to stay as 
mate. 'Nix,' I shouted as I ran down 
the plank, 'no wedding bells for me.' 

"And blast my beer, if the first 
man I met was not Miliano, the 
sprightly Miliano of spaghetti fame. 
He approached me as I was sitting in 
one of the parks contemplating my mis- 

" 'Ah, ha, have you not heard, my 
friend, that a dog can never shake a 

" 'Miliano,' I said to him, in one of 
my gravest tones, 'your looks have 
soured the milk of human kindness in 
my breast. Have you ever beheld your 
countenance in a mirror? Yes? I 
wonder how it is, Miliano, that you are 
alive. But I warn you in this country 
we have plenty of rope — ' 

" 'Ah, yes,' came the retort from 
Miliano, with a sort of silvery (nitrate 
of silvery) tone, 'but we raise the hemp 
in Arroyos Grande.' Then followed a 
peal of laughter. 

"'Drop it,' I shouted exasperated 
at the man's ready wit. 'Aromatic 



spirits of ammonia! but that man did 
laugh. 'Miliano,' I said confidentially 
to him, 'you are getting on my nerves.' 

" 'Ah, querido, why did you leave 
so suddenly from my country? My 
beautiful country? Was it your 
nerves? Ah, yes! I know, the knives 
got on your nerves. But it took you 
long to see the point. Yes? No?' 

" 'Miliano,' I counseled, 'you had 
better go back to spaghetti-land. This 
is no community for an idle clog. Speed 
away, and don't skid your tires on any 
of my roads. See? Now tell me what 
has been your purpose in following me 

" 'Ah, it is important matter, very 
important,' whispered Miliano. And he 
produced a letter addressed to me. I 
opened it and read aloud : 
" 'Muv querido Schulz: 

" 'Charity has driven me to send 
you away. Really the people here 
were falling in love with your ways 
and I resorted to knives, as well you 
know. Knives are not a abarbaric re- 
sort to strategem ; these knives are the 
output of a very modern American 
firm of Pennsylvania. I only hope that 

our next meeting will be more con- 
genial. For the present I fear no in- 
trusion on your part. Your common 
sense, what little there is left, should 
remind you that we have no scruples 
in Arroyos Grande. My Miliano will 
see that you get this letter. If you do 
not receive it, I will see that my ser- 
vant obeys my orders. Again assur- 
ing you that in the future my actions 
will be more suited to your taste, I 
send the love of this community to 
you. 'CASTRO.' 

"I did not mention that before I 
met you, gentlemen, I had two bottles 
of hair tonic, but I had. Thereupon, 
feeling sorrow for my sprightly, and 
even jocular Miliano, I opened the 
bottle and gave him the contents. 

"No, gentlemen, I rely upon the 
mercy of each to send my friend Mi- 
liano back to spaghetti-land, and my- 
self to my native state." 

Each of the three produced a wal- 
let, opened it and took out some bills 
which soon found their way into the 
pocket of the man with the crazy feet. 

Verily, a bottle of liquor is modern 


J. T. BECKER, '12. 

Joe Mandot had been playing ball 
with the varsity for several years, and, 
during the summer months, some 
thrilling adventure in this line would 
always come Joe's way. Hence, it 

doubly thrilling, when Joe would let 
it out, in the cool of the evening, to a 
crowd of his friends on the campus. 
The old boy had told his yarns so often 
that he really believed them. The fel- 

naturally followed, the story became lows usually swallowed the dope with- 



out comment, just for pastime because 
we all knew that Joe meant no harm. 
So much had been added to one of 
Joe's adventures, by frequent recital, 
that it took on the following shape; 
more like a military skirmish than a 
ball game. 

The game was played out in Sulli- 
van's Hollow between two teams of 
ancient rivalry. It was the Fourth of 
July, and Joe said there was a keg of 
beer, a jug of whiskey and a brass 
band on every corner. The bets were 
enormous, ranging from a pair of goats 
to a house and lot. Our hero had been 
engaged to do the twirling for the 
home team, with a guarantee of fifty 
bones and a promise of one hundred 
for winning. 

The game, played in an open lot, 
was called at three thirty sharp ; the 
umpire went upon the field with a pair 
of Navy Sixes to back his decisions ; 
the players wore breast plates ; the fans 
came armed to the teeth, and every 
time Mr. Umps made a close decision 
he was forced to dodge a few pills of 
hot lead, but Joe said that his honor 
was perfect in this respect. 

I may as well mention here that it 
is not my intention to give a full ac- 
count of the affair, nor is it within the 
scope of my pen to pour forth the story 
with the same beauty and confidence of 
being believed as did our friend. That 
gift only comes to a blessed few. 

Well, to resume, Joe said that ev- 
erything went on fairly well without 
any serious accident to the players un- 
til the last inning. Joe's team was one 
run ahead and the visitors had a man 

on third. The batter hit to short; the 
runner started home. It was an easy 
out by several feet, but just as the 
catcher was receiving the ball, a shot 
was fired from the bleachers. The 
backstop fell dead ; the ball went by. 
More quickly than it takes to tell, an- 
other report was heard, and the runner 
bit the dust, just three yards from 
home. Then there was a general skirm- 
ish among the fans, and, when the 
smoke of battle cleared away, it was 
found that there were five dead ones, 
and some few wounded. Meanwhile 
the wounded runner was struggling to 
reach the plate ; while Joe was running 
after the ball. Mr. Umps stood over 
the wounded man, and prevented any- 
one from helping him in his efforts. 
Joe recovered the ball and, by a hard 
sprint, got back just in time to touch 
the runner, now more like a crawler, 
as he was stretching forth a trembling 
hand to reach the plate. "You are out!" 
thundered the Umps. Then the blood 
was cleared away, and the game re- 
sumed. Two men were out, and the 
visitors' break-up-man toed the rubber. 
Excitement among the fans waxed 
wild. Joe sized his man up, and de- 
cided to walk the gent. "Three-ee-ee 
balls !" yelled his honor. Then Joe 
heard sweet music from the grand- 
stand. A stout gentleman in a linen 
suit, saturated with excitement, was 
yelling frantically and waving a bunch 
of yellow currency. "Five hundred dol- 
lars if you strike him out !" Joe jumped 
at the chance. He shot a swift one 
over, the batter let it by. "Threeee and 
one !" Joe wound up and repeated the 



dose. "Ping!" the horsehide sailed 
over the left field fence, into the tall 
timbers. The fans went mad. "Foul 
ball !" came the decision. Then there 
was another battle among the specta- 
tors, and some few shots came Mr. 
Ump's way; but no one was injured. 
The audience was too excited to shoot 
true. Joe steadied himself for a final 
effort ; he wound up as never before. 
The pill sailed over the outside corner. 
The batsman made a mighty step, and 
drew back as if he were about to com- 
mit murder, but the bat slipped from 
his hands and landed, big end first, in 
the anatomy of one of his team mates ; 
thereby adding another to the list of 

the injured. "You-rrrr out!" came the 
stern command, and the game was 
over. It only remained to cash in and 
partake of refreshments. Joe said he 
remembered no more of what hap- 
pened, nor did he see the man in the 
linen suit. When he came to, it was 
six a. m. and Joe was in the drawing 
room of a sleeping car with a roll of 
currency about his person that looked 
as if it were big enough to choke the 
subway. The old boy said he had a 
slight recollection of a battle having 
been fought that night, but remem- 
bered very little about it. As I said 
before, we do not believe everything 
Joe lets out. ' : j| 





It was on my way home last sum- 
mer that I chanced upon an old friend 
of mine whom I had not seen nor heard 
of for five years. He had up to the 
time of our meeting been attending 
Exton University, which is located 
about seventy-five miles from the beau- 
tiful little city of Wye. 

After inquiring into each other's 
family and personal matters we fell to 
relating our most notable experiences. 
The following, he told me, happened 
at Exton, and was the most thrilling 
and exciting of the lot. 

"About two summers ago, just a 
few days previous to the closing of 
school, Bill Bracey, my room mate, and 
most intimate chum, and I resolved up- 
on a short visit to Wye before parting 
for our respective homes. 

"Noon of a few days later found 
us mingling in the crowd at the union 
station and on account of our long and 
tedious trip, weariness and hunger 
drove us forth into the streets to seek 
a hotel. We gladly chose the first that 
we came to, a huge frame building, 
five stories high, situated upon the 
most beautiful street in the city. After 
filling ourselves up both internally and 
externally for a 'big blow in' we set 
out in high spirits. 

"The greater part of the afternoon 
was spent in visiting old friends and 
doing a bit of shopping. At night we 
took in a theatre and immediately after 
it was over repaired to our room for a 

good night's rest. We had only been 
in bed about fifteen minutes, when Bill 
complained of a severe head ache. He 
first got up and tried to relieve his head 
by applying a wet towel, but this 
proved of no avail. Then he said : 
'Bob, I can't stand this pain any long- 
er. Fm going down to the nearest 
drug store for some medicine and as I 
won't be gone very long I'll take the 
key so as not to trouble you when I 

"So he set out, but to his great dis- 
comfiture he could find no store open 
within the first ten blocks of his 
search. At last he came upon a po- 
liceman, who, in response to his in- 
quiry, harshly informed him that by 
walking two blocks further down, then 
three to his right he would find one. 
This he did, and to his great joy and 
relief found an 'open all night' estab- 

Now what do you think happened 
to me in the interim? 

Presuming you will say, taking 
advantage of my loneliness by a good 
"snooze," but such, unfortunately, was 
not the case. 

"When Bill's foot-steps ceased to 
resound, I lay on my back for some 
time thinking of the poor penned-up 
fellows at school, of the many happy 
hours that we had spent that day and 
planning pleasant pastimes for the 
morrow. Soon I fell into a light slum- 
ber, but suddenly was aroused by the 



sounds of shrill fire whistles, bells and 
shouts of 'Fire ! Fire !' 

"I bounded out of bed and leaped 
to the window, but as yet the only 
apparent signs of a fire were the bright 
reflection on the sky overhead and 
crowds already swarming in the street 
below. 1 could hear people scurry- 
ing to and fro in the corridors, and 
running from room to room. It took 
me only a brief moment, I assure you, 
to realize that it was no other than our 
own building afire. 

"But alas! How was I to escape! 
Bill was gone with the key ; there was 
no transom above the door and it was 
useless, as I soon discovered, to try to 
force the huge oaken door. 

"I had but two chances left, one 
was to jump from my window into the 
street and the other was to await Bill's 
return. The former I soon put out of 
my mind as I knew that it would mean 
sure death, for we occupied a room on 
the fifth floor, so I concluded to await 
Bill's return, assuring myself that he 
would be back soon and would surely 
risk a little danger for a friend. In my 
utter distress I kicked and pounded on 
the door, but never a budge did it 
make ; then, leaning out of the win- 
dow, I yelled: 'Bill! Bill! bring the 
key! Help! Help!' But all seemed in 
vain. At one time I thought that help 
was at hand; I heard heavy treading; 
it stopped, then there was a terrific 
banging followed by a tremendous 
crash. I made no noise for I felt cer- 
tain that they were forcing all thte 
doors and would surely come to mine, 
which was the last in the corridor over 

the street; but I was terribly mistak- 
en. The noise ceased, I ran to the 
door to listen, but all I could hear were 
the moans of a woman and soon that 
ceased, for it was she whom the men 
had come to rescue. Every sound 
seemed to cry out in my ears the one 
word — death ! In my great despair I 
ran from window to door, from door to 
window, yelling and shouting for help, 
but no one seemed to heed my pleas. 
Soon the heat became almost unbear- 
able and I could feel myself getting 
weaker every second. Imagine my 
hearing the crackling blazes devouring 
their helpless prey and seeing the 
furious red flames sweeping the rooms 
just across from me ; this I saw through 
the keyhole in the door. 

"With my last bit of strength I 
dragged myself to the window for a 
last look, and to my great joy, through 
the thick smoke I distinguished some 
one climbing upwards on the lightning 
rod wire, but this was too much of a 
strain for my already over-worked 
nerves. I fell back in a faint. I heard 
no more of the disaster until I awoke 
the next day in a ward at the city hos- 
pital. A nurse was sitting near my bed 
and I asked how I had been saved, and 
this is the story she told me : 

'* 'Just as the devouring flames 
were playing havoc across the corridor 
from your room, you were seen at the 
window beckoning to the crowd below, 
then with a big puff of smoke you dis- 

' 'No one would dare to attempt 
your rescue, not even the firemen, un- 
til a tall, well-proportioned young man 



brushed through the crowd, breathless 
and white, shouting to you: 'Keep up 
courage, Bob, old boy, and for God's 
sake don't jump, for I'll soon be with 
you !' 

" 'He rushed to the side of the 
building, tore off his coat, tied a hand- 
kerchief across his nose and mouth and 
hand over hand, amid the great cheers 
and praises of the on-looking mob, 
clambered up the lightning rod wire 
to your window, but, as the wire was 
about three feet away, had to take a 
swing to reach the sill with his legs. 

" 'The flames were already at work 
on your room and great volumes of 
smoke poured forth from the window. 
He was only lost from sight for a 
minute, but when he appeared again, to 
the delight of the amazed multitude he 
was well nigh over-burdened. He had 
tied you around his waist and had one 
arm holding you in place. After strad- 
dling the sill, he leaned forward to 
catch the wire, then, with a firm grip 

he pulled himself out, still clinging on 
to you. The downward journey 
seemed to be exceedingly painful as 
the wire was very hot and the sharp- 
ened edges tore his hand with every 

" 'Upon reaching the ground you 
were immediately placed in an ambu- 
lance and he was taken in charge of by 
one of his old college chums, who 
brought him to a doctor to have his 
hands treated. He is now in the guests' 
room begging the doctor to permit him 
to see you.' 

"After this touching story of the 
nurse, I immediately summoned the 
doctor and with a bit of pleading fin- 
ally persuaded him to allow Bill to 
come in. When he walked in with his 
hand bandaged up and his face white 
and drawn, I cried and sprang from 
my bed and embraced him as my own 
brother, for he had not only acted as 
my brother, but as my rescuer and a 
hero before the eyes of all." 


(E. I. F.) 

O brown October ! Blessed, happy So thou in Autumn when gold harvests 



Lo ! unto thee a gladsome note we A fragrance rich and sweet the land- 
raise ; scape o'er, 
As May in Spring, when flowers bud Art known as Mary's month, that tittle 
and bloom given 

Dispersing Winter's hoar-frost with By lovers of the gentle Queen of 

its gloom. Heaven. 





All remittances, literary contributions and business letters should he addressed; THE SPRINGHILLIAN . . Spring Hill, Alabama 






George L. mayer, '12 Francis l. prohaska, '13 

J. Francis Gillespie, '14 


John A. Murray, '12 John j. druhan, '13 


"What is College without a pa- 
per?" The answer is easy. "College 
without a paper is without 'spirit.' ' 
"But who keeps our paper going?" 
"The advertiser" — That's the point, 
fellows and friends! There are two 
kinds of advertisers. First, the one 
who, merely through generosity and 
good will towards Spring Hill, adver- 
tises as a compliment, expecting little 
or NO return. To this advertiser our 
appreciation is most sincere. But the 
other kind is the advertiser we want 
you to remember; he is generally a 
merchant, and while his advertisement 
is not complimentary, inasmuch as he 
figures on results, still all he asks is 
fair play. He simply says: "Boys, 
here's my advertisement, I am glad to 
boost those who boost me !" So 
BOOST our advertisers! — (Adapted.) 

At the Commencement Exercises 
at the Lyric Theatre on June 15 the 
degree of Doctor of Laws was con- 
ferred by the Faculty of Spring Hill 
on Dr. Rhett Goodc, Hon. P. J. Ham- 
ilton and Hon. Thomas D. Flynn. In 
each case the honor bestowed was a 
well-merited re-cognition of distinction, 
achieved in the recipient's chosen line 
of work. Dr. Goode, a Spring Hill 
alumnus of the sixties, and ever since 
a staunch friend of the college, has 
been for several years Dean of the 
Medical Department of the University 
of Alabama. Under his guidance the 
Medical College has made marked 
progress. The buildings have recent- 
ly been remodeled and enlarged, and, 
a still greater achievement, the course 
of studies has been fully brought up 



to the required standard. The yearly 
increase in the number of students in 
attendance is a fitting tribute to the 
efficiency of Dr. Goode and his corps 
of assistants. 

As the historian of colonial days 
in Alabama Mr. Peter J. Hamilton 
holds the first rank. His book, "Co- 
lonial Mobile," is the recognized au- 
thority on all that appertains to the 
history of the early French and Span- 
ish settlement of Mobile. In arrang- 
ing for the celebration of the bi-cen- 
tennial of Mobile last April, Mr. Ham- 
ilton was universally recognized as the 
one man with certain knowledge of 
historic localities and old-time cus- 

Mr. Thomas D. Flynn of New Or- 
leans delivered the address to the grad- 
uates, which will be found in another 
part of this issue. Mr. Flynn is a suc- 
cessful member of the Louisiana bar, 
who finds time amid his numerous oc- 
cupations to devote to the larger prob- 
lems of municipal and state govern- 


Rev. Francis X. Twellmeyer, S. J., 
President ; Rev. Charles D. Barland, 
S. J., Vice-President, Prefect of Stu- 
dies and Discipline; Rev. William Sal- 
entine, S. J., Secretary; Rev. Nicholas 
Davis, S. J., Treasurer; Rev. Amadeus 
Guyol, S. J., Chaplain ; Rev. Emmanuel 
C. De La Moriniere, S. J., Mental and 
Moral Philosophy and the Evidences 
of Religion in Senior; Rev. Cyril Ruhl- 

mann, S. J., Physics and Chemistry; 
Rev. Edward I. Fazakerley, S. J., 
Latin, Greek, English and Philosophy 
in the Junior; Mr. Thomas I. Clarke, 
S. J., Mechanics, and of Mathematics; 
Rev. John H. Stritch, S. J., Latin, 
Greek and History in the Sophomore ; 
Mr. Joseph B. Bassich, S. J., Fresh- 
man ; Mr. Martin P. Burke, S. J., First 
Academic; Mr. William Reagan, S. J., 
Third Academic ; Mr. James Ryan, S. 
J., Special Latin and Greek; Rev. 
George A. Rittmeyer, S. J., Mental and 
Moral Philosophy, Literature and the 
Evidences of Religion in Superior; 
Rev. Alexis C. McLaughlin, S. J., Eng- 
lish, History, Philosophy and Chris- 
tian Doctrine in Intermediate ; Mr. 
Joseph B. Farrell, S. J., Professor of 
English, History and Christian Doc- 
trine in First English ; Mr. Joseph M. 
Walsh, S. J., Mathematics in First and 
Second English ; Mr. Henry C. Don- 
Ian, S. J., Professor of English, His- 
tory and Christian Doctrine in Second 
English ; Mr. Francis A. Cavey, S. J., 
Third English ; Mr. Felix J. Clarkson, 
S. J., Professor of Mathematics, His- 
tory and Geography in the First Pre- 
paratory Class ; Mr. Joseph M. Walsh, 
S. J., Professor of English in the First 
Preparatorv Class: Mr. Thomas J. Mc- 
Grath, S. J., Professor of Christian 
Doctrine and Instructor in Penman- 
ship in the First Preparatory Class; 
Mr. Felix J. Clarkson. S. J.. Mr. 
Thomas J. McGrath, S. J., and Mr. 
Jerome Higgins, S. J., Preparatory; 
August J. Staub, Mus. D., and Angelo 
J. Suffich, Mus. B., Music; Paul C. 
Boudousquie, Drawing. 




Rev. John P. McDonnell is now 
at St. Charles College, Grand Coteau, 
La., as chaplain. Rev. Joseph Winkel- 
ried is stationed at Shreveport, La. 

Rev. Paul E. Elfer is professor of 
sciences at the Sacred Heart ollege, 
Tampa, Fla. Messrs Michael J. Cron- 
in and Cornelius B. Leeuwe are pur- 
suing their theological studies at 
Woodstock College, Woodstock, Md. 


M. DIAZ, '12— J. BECKER, '12. 

September 6th, that fatal day 
which ended summer vacation by ush- 
ering in the new scholastic year, saw 
a small number of boys, some of them 
weary, plodding their way down the 
long college walk, and, as some one 
said — "to rest !" Everything was love- 
ly, as usual, and restful indeed. The 
old boys took a good long breath of 
our life-giving ozone and were ready 
for work, or, we should say, for bed, 
as one of our friends expressed him- 
self as wishing for nothing more than 
night to come. The new members 
were not long in laying aside their 
formalities, and even the pride-of-the- 
family lads swallowed the lumps, very 
visible under their chins, and went to 
sleep with the pleasant thought "noth- 
ing to do until tomorrow." 

Changes about the place were not 
many, except the improvements made 
in the line of new equipment for the 
gym, library and billiard hall. 

The faces of the boys who have 
gone we miss, especially those of an- 
cient days, who for so many years have 
been, as it were, a pleasing part oi the 
furniture. Our best wishes for success 
and glory are ever theirs. 

The Spring Hill College Band 
that made for itself such an extensive 
reputation last year, is again rounding 
into shape under the able direction of 
Mr. Donlan, S. J., and Prof. Staub. The 
first meeting was held September 11th. 
Sixteen old members reported and 
elected the following officers: J. T. 
Becker, President; M. H. Diaz, Sec- 
retary and Treasurer ; Geo. L. Mayer, 
Librarian. Since the meeting the of- 
ficers have scouted for new talent with 
the result that the roll call now num- 
bers forty-five. An entire new and 
complete line of concert traps has been 
purchased. Three extra slide trom- 
bones will help along the harmony. At 
the first rehearsal the entire organiza- 
tion was treated to a trial "blow," and 
we rather liked it. There is no rea- 
son why the music-makers should not 
go one better than those of last sea- 
son ; then we will have "some" band. 

At the first meeting of the A. B. 
class September 12th, L. A. Andre- 
pont was elected President, Geo. L. 
Mayer, Vice President, and J. T. Beck- 
er, Secretary and Treasurer. The col- 
ors are black and gold. 



On September 9th the B. S. class 
elected J. J. Murray, President; C. L. 
Paty, Vice President, and H. Prevost, 
Secretary and Treasurer. The class 
colors are maroon and white. 

The Sophomore class officers are : 
J. Cassidy, President ; H. Sheridan, 
Vice President; R. Needham, Secre- 
tary and Treasurer, and G. Dubuisson, 

Officials — The library is in charge 
of J. J. Druhan, P. J. Becker and F. L. 
Tarleton. C. L. Paty and H. Provost 
do the vigilant act in the pool and bil- 
liard hall. The guardians of the gym 
are Geo. Pertuit, H. Patterson and R. 
Miles Brooks. L. A. Andrepont and 
W. S. Ducote keep the study-hall. J. 
T. Becker and J. J. Murray, assisted 
by Geo. L. Mayer, have charge of the 
campus store. Chas. Holland rings 
that bell. M. H. Diaz is official post- 
man. The Sodality is under the direc- 

tion of Rev. Fr. Guyol. At the opening 
meeting J. T. Becker was elected Pre- 
fect with J. J. Druhan and Geo. L. 
Mayer assistants. M. H. Diaz was 
elected Chief Promoter of the League 
of the Sacred Heart. 

Owing to a spell of summer sick- 
ness, which we deeply regret, Coach 
Maxon was not able to be with us at 
the opening. That does not mean to 
say that we are behind in training, for 
the preliminaries were started early 
under Assistant Coach Pharr, acting 
under the chief's instructions, and ev- 
erything points to a good season. Our 
schedule this year promises some good 

The new tennis courts add grace 
and beauty to the campus, affording 
an opportunity for the little lovers of 
the gentle game to become worthy fol- 
lowers of the net and racket. 







M. H. DIAZ, 12. 


Every year, the sporting editor 
sharpens a new pencil and as if in- 
spired, writes: "Never have the pros- 
pects been better." My task, it seems, 
is to do the same. But shall I? I re- 
member that once, when I never 
dreamt of being in any way associated 
with this paper, I vowed I would never 
write those words were I to become 
Sporting Editor; but I must, since it 
is too true. 

With the old varsity men that are 
left, and a score of diamonds in the 
rough, that stand in the shadow of the 
magic lantern, the opinion of all is 
that this year's team will be the "best 
ever." Upon Mr. Maxon, the coach, 
has devolved the task of polishing 
these diamonds; most of these new 
men have been at that work before, 
so the whole trouble will consist in 
limbering up. Mr. Maxon's success in 
former years as a coach has earned for 
him a reputation here in Spring Hill 
which is indeed flattering ; and with 
him it has proved true that the coach is 
the mainstay of the team. Assistant 
Coach Pharr, who did so much to aid 
Mr. Maxon in the past year, is to be 
with us again this season. The old men 
are confident of many victories with 
such men as Maxon and Pharr at their 

Despite the hot weather things are 
"looking up' in footballdom and all in- 
dications point to an enthusiastic and 
successful season. Not less than thir- 
ty candidates for the team have re- 
ported, and the preliminary practices 
of punting, tackling and falling on the 
ball have been indulged in consider- 

Although the favored eleven who 
are to fight on the gridiron this sea- 
son for the glory of the Purple and 
White have not yet been picked by 
Coach Maxon, no doubt is entertained 
but that the team willbe a strong and 
a fast one. They will probably fall 
below last year's eleven in weight, but 
not in speed. Seven of last year's 
never-beaten squad will again make 
the team. These are: J. Becker, cap- 
tain; J. Cassidy and Needham, last 
year's ends; Ducote, Andrepont, Dru- 
han and Munoz. With such new ma- 
terial as Franklin, P. Becker, Neale, 
Pertuit, D'Aquin and Dowe trying for 
positions on the team the prospects 
look bright. 

The schedule is not yet completed, 
although it includes games with South- 
ern University and Loyola Universi- 
ty. The complete schedule will be an- 
nounced later. 





As usual the "little yard" began 
the year with a loud noise and like the 
fellow in a game of tennis we have 
been raising a racket ever since. 

* * * * 

An informal glee club was organ- 
ized from the very beginning. No 
quartette work was attempted but a 
simple arrangement for two voices was 
tried out, the new boys singing in B 
flat, "Take me Home," while the old 
fellows carolled sweetly in B jolly 
the catching refrain of "College Life." 

* * * * 

Yes homesickness is a terrible 
thing. Like Caesar it comes, it sees 
and sometimes it conquers, but woe to 
the solitary, woe to the heir apparent 
who gets off in a corner and tries or 
does not try to fight it out by him- 

*fc % * ^ 

A great deal has been said and 
written about the "hoi polloi" and the 
"madding ■crowd," but take it from one 
who knows, that joining in with the 
other fellows, though it might not suit 
the poet's fancy or the critic's taste, 
still it's the best cure for homesick- 

Word has just reached us from 
Master Richard Ducote, the leader of 
the glee club, that the last vestige of 
homesickness has disappeared and all 
are now singing in unison, if not in 
harmony, the latest Daffydil hit, "If 

Provosty turns around will Moon 
Face?" A hundred lines, sonny, you're 
trying to beat time. 

^ * ^ ^ 

Rhymo, the Monk, got busy on a 
little incident that affected a few of 
us some time ago and we publish his 
efforts below. 

McHardy ate a little shrimp, 
Its feet were long and slick ; 
But when it crawled around that night, 
It made McHardy sick. 

Oh! hi diddle diddle! 
I've a pain in me middle! 
If mother could see me now; 
For the oysters I ate 
Must be playing roulette 
They're raising a terrible row. 
* * * * 

Apropos of the late friendly meet- 
ing between Gotch and Hacken- 
schmidt, we might remark that the 
art of wrestling is quite a favorite 
among the small boys. The popular 
hold seems to be what is known as the 
toe-hold. Each combatant grasps his 
opponent by the toe and whichever one 
happens to be wearing tennis shoes at 
the time hits the mat first. 

Lately a friend of ours explained 
to us a new hold which he called the 
"thumb hold." It has not been used 
in the gymnasium this year for the sim- 
ple reason that it has never been ex- 
plained in any of the books of the 
Spalding Athletic Library. As far as 



we can judge it consists of putting 
your thumb between the other fellow's 
teeth and then bullying him until he is 
afraid to open his mouth. Our friend 
says that this is quite effective. 

•JS t* *p 3p 

So far we have been talking at 
random and, as it were, in the abstract. 
We shall now speak of something in 
the concrete. Of course our readers 
will accuse us of joking if we begin 
by speaking of the new hand ball al- 
leys, because, forsooth, they happen to 
be made of concrete. Very well ! We 
will stop right here and not say an- 
other word. 

* * * * 

Like the rest of the human world 
the "little yard" has gone daft on the 
Daffydils. Here are a few that were 
written on scraps of paper and raked 
up by Uncle Pleasant. 

"If a storm sweeps the sea will the 
ocean be tidy?" 

Cheer up, boys, even the waves 
go broke. 

"If a boy is giving trouble, should 
not a mother Patterson?" 

Here are a few more that have 
a sort of poetic jingle. 

If Little Boy Blue 

Should lose his shoe 

Would Thomas Hunt for it ? 

Does an actor get bald 

When he misses his part? 

Will a Taylor take a fit? 

If Price goes up, 

Will Scudday Roussel? 

Oh tell me is Englehardt 

Is Berthelot 

For I'd like to know. 

Will a whipping make you smart? 

Another quiz 

And I'll close my phiz 

And put an end to my song. 

If the pigeons flew 

Would Clarence Ricou? 

Is little Nicholas Long? 

* * * * 

The Junior Band, as Benson 
O'Brien correctly puts it, is now run- 
ning on low gear. The following young 
gentlemen constitute the board of di- 
rectors : President, Y. Potter ; Vice 
President, Ernest Herbert ; Secretary 
and Treasurer, John Van Heuvel. May 
the time soon come, as we are certain 
it will, when they shall be able to speed 
up a bit and hit only the high spots 
along the road to musical fame. The 
only advice we can offer is by keeping 
up the comparison and saying, "Don't 
cut out the muffler." 

* * * * 

The Junior Library has been am- 
ply augmented by new books and it is 
patronized extensively. We wish to 
express our admiration for the taste 
shown by the members of the Jonior 
Division in their choice of books. 

The courteous vigilance of the 
President and Vice President, Messrs. 
Berthelot and Lange, and the Treas- 
urer, Le D. Provosty, also deserves a 
word of praise, while the self sacrifice 
of the Librarians, Messrs. Gillespie, 
Schowalter, Meyer and Siguere, can- 
not be too highly spoken of. 

* * * * 

The Yenni Literary Circle held its 
first meeting for the year on Septem- 
ber 27, at which the following officers 



were elected: President, Y. Potter; 
Secretary and Treasurer, F. Gillespie ; 

Censor, John Van Heuvel. 

* * * * 

There is an old legend that tells 
of a knight who, taking the Mother of 
God as his queen, vowed to defend her 
honor against all comers. We are re- 
minded of this legend whenever we see 
the members of the Sodality wending 
their way towards our Lady's Chapel 
on Saturday mornings to salute the 
Queen of Heaven even as the Angel 
Gabriel did years ago. Y. Potter has 
been chosen to act as Prefect, with E. 
Herbert as First Assistant and J. 
Berthelot as Second. The duties of 
the Sacristan have fallen to R. Ducote 
and E. Schowalter. F. Gillespie is 

The billiard room has been re- 
fitted and is now under the care of J. 
Moses as President; F. Schimpf as 
Vice President, and L. Roussel as 
Treasurer. The censors are John Van 
Heuvel and Paul Scheussler. 

* * * * 

Allow us to introduce you the 
store keepers, Dutch, Peg and Mister 
Herbert, commonly known as the 
"Big Three." 

■F "I* t* *p 

The gymnasium is still in running 
order, thanks to the untiring efforts 
of our master mechanic, James Van 

Heuvel (Uncle Feet). Owing to the 
hot weather the gymnastic class has 
not been opened as yet. 

A. Regil is president of the gym- 
nasium. E. Newsham and H. Pertuit 
hold the offices of vice president and 
treasurer. Messrs. Herbert, Frederick, 
Potter and Ducote act as censors. 
* * * * 

Somewhere over in the "big yard" 
there is an aggregation of athletes who 
call themselves the "Zandewies." Late- 
ly they sent us a challenge for a foot- 
ball game. We accepted, we played, 
and we were beaten. The score was 
10-0, but it was our first game and the 
Junior Varsity expected and were ex- 
pected to do great things. In the excite- 
ment of the play we did not notice who 
our opponents were, but that evening 
when Mr. Maxon, the College Varsity 
coach, got busy we observed that we 
had played against one varsity man, a 
couple of scrubs and a few others 
whom we cannot place. This makes 
our defeat taste like apple pie. 

Mr. Reagan, our coach, has 
whipped the team into shape and even 
the big boys admit that we have a 
husky squad. Of course, experience 
will soon teach us to take advantage of 
those opportunities that spring up in a 
game and which even the best of 
coaching will fail to instil. Here's 
hoping that we may record a few vic- 
tims in the next issue. 




Many of our younger alumni and 
'54 present students may not be aware 

that Spring Hill was the Alma 
Mater of the world's most distinguished 
chess player, Paul Morphy, who grad- 
uated with the degree of A. B. in 1854, 
and took his A. M. in 1855. We find 
interesting recollections of Paul Mor- 
phy and his life-long friend, Charles A. 
de Maurian, A. B., '55, in an article by 
John G. Galbreath in the American 
Chess Bulletin of September, 1911. 
Mr. de Maurian, as will be seen, 
learned the game of chess from the 
great master in the Spring Hill infirm- 
ary. We reprint Mr. Galbreath's 
story : 

To naint a lily, or gild refined gold, is to 
do a vain thing; and very much in the same 
category may justly be reckoned the attempt 
to write in adequate words the biography ol 
a really good man. 

The subject of this sketch is one of those 
rare men who can truly be summed up in a 
sentence as "a gentleman and a scholar," be- 
cause he is a man who morally and intellec- 
tually stands out from, and above, the ordi- 
nary run of men, as Pike's Peak stands out 
from the foothills. 

Charles Amedee de Maurian was born in 
the city of New Orleans on May 21, 1838, and 
is of distinguished French ancestry. His 
father was Judge Charles A. de Maurian, for 
many years judge of the Parish and City 
Civil Court. His mother before her mar- 
riage was Miss' Lasthenie Peychaud, a native 
of France, and she had a most romantic his- 
tory. Her parents went from France to re- 
side in San Domingo in her early childhood. 
Soon after arriving in that island, the blood- 
revolution of 1799 broke out, and all the white 
people were either killed or driven from the 
island. Among the fortunate ones who made 
their escape were her parents and herself. 
They made their way safelv back to France, 
but in the confusion and hurried departure 
to save their lives her brother. Amedee, then 
a very small child, became separated from 

the rest of the family and was left behind. 
He was cared for by a faithful slave, and 
was eventually brought to New Orleans, 
where he grew to manhood. His fate was 
unknown to his family for many years. The 
captain of a French vessel plying between New 
Orleans and French ports, who had become 
acquainted with Amedee Peychaud, met Miss 
Lasthenie Peychaud in France, and, struck 
with the simiiarity of names, made inquirie- 
with the result that the long-separated brother 
and sister were brought into communication 
and Miss Peychaud came to New Orleans to 
visit her brother. Anion- the party of Amedee 
Peychaud's friends who went to the ship to 
receive the young lady on her arrival in New 
Orleans was Judge de Maurian. It proved a 
case of love at first sight, and a happy mar- 
riage soon followed. It is sad to relate that 
the death of Mrs. de Maurian. immediately 
after the birth of her son. Charles, at once 
terminated her romantic life and forever de- 
nrived him of a mother's tender care. 

From early childhood Charles was a play- 
mate of the famous Paul Mornhv. The bovs 
were nearly the same age, Paul being only 
eleven months' the elder. Whilst they were 
not actually related, their families were con- 
nected bv marriage and the boys were con- 
stantly together, attending the same school 
and indul"in" in thp same pastimes. 

Mr. de Maurian relates with much amuse- 
ment that, w'ien he was about eleven years of 
arr. he would frermentlv fin r T Paul plaving 
chess with his Grandfather. Mr. Lacarnentier. 
Paul was of diminutive stature, and in order 
to bring him up to the level of the table it 
was necessary to n]nrp a co"n1e of lar^e books 
in the chair. Tn this position, Mr. de Mau- 
rian said, Paul would sit for hours poring 
over the games with his' grandfather. At that 
time, Mr. de Maurian says, it was a matter of 
wonder to him how the *^air could take such 
great interest in a game which to him pre- 
sented no feature of apparent amusement. He 
ascertained from Paul some time after this 
period that the latter gave his grandfather 
odd* of a rook, and it was seldom the old 
gentleman won a game. 

In 1853 the boys were attending Spring 
Hill College, near Mobile. Ala., and Charles 
was taken sick. Whilst recovering in the in- 
firmary of the college time hung very heavily, 
and in order to relieve the tedium Paul of- 
fered to teach him the game of chess, which 



Charles could not see any interest in a few 
years before when he saw Paul almost daily 
playing with his grandfather. He accepted 
Paul's offer, and thus learned the rudiments 
of the game from the future great plaver. It 
is very probable that he is the only person to 
whom Paul Morphy taught the moves, and it 
is certainlv a unique distinction to be the only 
living being who learned the game from its 
greatest exponent. 

Charles at the verv outset developed a 
keen interest in the game, and under the tute- 
lage of his friend Paul made rapid progress. 
Their first match was at the odds of the 
aueen. which contest Paul won by one game. 
The next match was at the odds of rook and 
four moves ! — won bv Paul. Then followed 
a match at the odds of a rook, pawn and two 
moves, won by Paul. After this, as Charles 
developed and the odds became too formida- 
ble for even the great wizard of the board, 
they played at the odds of rook, pawn and 
move. Thev played a match in the next 
progression at the odds of rook and knight, 
which was also won by Paul, but by a narrow 
majority; and then, by gradual, easy stages', 
as Charles became more and more proficient, 
they arrived at the odds of knight, which odds 
the invincible Paul continued to yield his 
friend to the very last. Their last match at 
the odds of knight terminated in favor of Mr. 
de Maurian, and Paul told him then that he 
was too strong for the knight odds. It was' 
their intention to play at the odds of pawn 
and two moves, hut fate, that stern, arbiter 
who knows no distinctions, willed _it other- 
wise. It is verv probable, although not abso- 
lutely sure, that the last game of chess Paul 
Mornhy ever played was with his lifelong friend 
and if it could be surely established as a fact 
it would be a most beautiful conclusion of the 
chess career of the world's greatest chess' 

The first chess hook Mr. de Maurian read 
was "Chess for Winter Evenings," by Prof. 
H. R. Aenel. a book which has instructed and 
amused thousands of Caissa's votaries all over 
the world. His next hook was "The Chess 
Player's Companion." bv Howard Staunton. 
An opinion of Mr. de Maurian concerning this' 
book mav be apnropriatelv mentioned here. 
He considers it one of the finest collections of 
games in existence, and the instruction con- 
tained in it as not surpassed hv any similar 
publication whatever. The book, however, is 
not well known, strange to say, and is not, 
therefore, nronerlv appreciated. 

Mr. de Maurian's first narticipation in a 
tournament was in 1858. when he won first 
nrize in the tourne» of the New Orleans Chess 
Club. Since that time he has participated in 

various local contests, but has never engaged 
in a public contest outside of his native city. 
His standing as an amateur player of the 
highest class has been established and main- 
tained for half a centur" but during the past 
twenty years he has gradually retired as' an 
active player. His interest in the game, how- 
ever, continues unabated. It is the opinion 
of the writer of this sketch, formed many 
years acn after meeting with many of the 
strongest Southern players, that Mr. de 
Maurian is, Paul Morphv alone excepted, the 
very finest and best chess player the South 
has ever produced. In courtesy and all the 
little refined amenities he is the ne plus ultra 
of a gentleman. Pity it is there are so few 
like him. 

Many examples of his plav may be found 
in Geza Maroczy's book, "Paul Morphv: 
Sammlung der von ihm gespielten Partien." 
published by Velt & Co., Leipsig, 1909. This' 
book contains the last games he played with 
Paul Morphy, and the reader ma" gain a fair 
idea of his strength by playing over these 
games. Mr. de Maurian has met on even 
terms such masters' as Steinitz, Zukertort, 
Capt. Mackenzie, Tchigorin and others who 
have visited New Orleans, and he has ac- 
quitted himself in these contests with great 
credit, but he has always modestlv refrained 
from blowing his trumpet, although he had 
ample cause to do so if inclined. Let it be 
remembered that these successes against mas- 
ters of world-wide fame were <->n even terms', 
and then recall the fact that Mr. deMaurian 
never "laved with Paul Morohv at less than 
a knicht odds, and it will be better under- 
stood whv Mr. de Maurian is of the unalter- 
able opinion that Mornhv was head and shoul- 
ders above them all, like Saul of Tarsus was 
amon- his fellows'. 

In 1869, Mr. de Maurian and Paul Mor- 
phy "layed the ; r last =eries of games all at 
the odds of knight. T'lirtv-m'ne games were 
plaved. and it is almost certain that- the last 
of these cames i« the "swan soit*" of Paid 
Morphv. as he was never known to -nlav an- 
other : and in the circumstances which then 
surrounded him, Morphv could not have been 
induced to play with anyone but his boyhood 

These games were nlaed in four series, 
and their successive results were a* follows: 

First Series — Morphy 6, de Maurian 3, 
drawn 2. 

Second Series— Morphy 3, de Maurian 3, 
drawn 0. 

Third Series— Morphv 7. de Maurian 10, 
drawn 0. 



Fourth Series — Morphy 0, de Maurian 4, 
drawn 1. 

Mr. de Maurian has long been known as 
a chess student of vast erudition, and his 
contributions to the literature of the game 
in the ways of essays and notes have been so 
numerous and valuable that they would make 
a large volume, but he has never written a 
book. His work has been one of pastime and 
pure love of the game. He first edited a chess 
column in the New Orleans Delta, a news- 
paper of this city during 1857-58, and has from 
time to time made contributions concerning 
the game to various' city publications. He was 
a co-editor and one of the originators of the 
chess column in the New Orleans Times- 
Democrat, begun in February. 1883, and for 
many years contributed regularly to that still 
current column. He was also one of the 
founders, and was the first president of the 
New Orleans' Chess, Checkers and Whist Club. 
He was the owner of an extensive chess 
librarv, and, as may be readily inferred, it 
contained many rare and valuable volumes. 
This library he presented to the Howard li- 
brary of New Orleans several years ago. 
Among the books' is an autograph copy of 
Morphy's games, which Herr J. Lowenthal 
presented to Paul Morphy. and which was 
presented bv the latter to Mr. de Maurian. 

Mr. de Maurian was married on Febru- 
ary 26. 1862. to Miss Marie Meffre-Rouzan. 
and. as his wife is still living, the pair will 
celebrate their eolden wedding a few months 
hence. Ma- God long snare them ! 

Since 1890 Mr. de Maurian has resided in 
Paris, cominor to the Crescent Citv every two 
years, and snendinf the winter there. 

In conclusion, the reader may be told that 
Mr. de Maurian has all his life avoided os- 
tentation of anv kind, and it was onlv with the 
ereatest reluctance that he consented to nl- 
low the writer, as an old friend tn "'rite 
something about him, stro^Hv admonishing 
against "laving it- on too thick." This itself 
is a pointed indication of the modest char- 
acter of the man. 

He intrusted his old friend with a very 
delicate undertaking, and. in cominsr to the 
end, the writer renli'es that, as stated in his' 
emrdium he has Hit es=aved the imnos=ible 
task of painting a lilv. 

The following: interesting letter 
'76 has been received from Henry 
W. Rives, A. B.. '76, A. M. '77, former- 
ly of Macon, Miss., but for many 
years an attorney in Lebanon, Ky. : 

Very Rev. Dear Father: 

It has been so long since my college days 
at old Soring Hill that I doubt if any of my 
old friends' of 1870-75 are there now. Some 
years ago I had the unexpected pleasure, on 
the occasion of a short ston-over in New Or- 
leans, of meeting Fathers O'Connor, Miles 
and McDonnell; the first two my old profes- 
sors and the latter a former classmate. Alas, 
Fathers' O'Connor and Miles have both been 
called to their reward, and I do not know 
if Father McDonnell is yet in the land of the 

Among the recollections of my college 
days, more and more recalled as the years 
advance and the evening of life approaches, 
is that of the many futile efforts I made to 
solve that old chestnut of a problem, for the 
solution of which none of the professors could 
or would offer a suggestion, viz : to trisect an 
angle geometrically. 

In m-" hours of leisure, of which I have 
too few, I sometimes vary the monotony of 
reading bv imitating far abler men in solving 
geometrical problems. On one such occa- 
sion, while working at another problem, I 
conceived the idea that my work on that 
puzzle had developed the groundwork, or 
. basis, for the old trisecting problem. I then 
renewed my old task, but with far different 
results, for I reallv believe I have formulated 
a rule and a practical demonstration for tri- 
secting anv angle by ordinary geometrical pro- 
cesses. At any rate I have been unable to 
find a flaw in the process, and other mathe- 
maticians to whom I have submitted it have 
been unable to point out any flaw. It may be 
that you or some of the professors at old 
Spring Hill may have better success; at any 
rate I would prefer to learn from mv Alma 
Mater than from other sources, and would be 
glad if mv work should receive vour scrutiny, 
and the hidden error, if any, pointed out to 
me. If there be no error, then mv successors 
among the students need not feel that they 
are tryine to solve a nroblem that has no so- 
lution, and they mav be encouraeed to great- 
er efforts in pursuing the fascinating study 
of eeometrv. until thev realize its beauties. 
T send vou a copv of the solution and rule, as 
I have developed it. and would appreciate the 
verdict of Snrine Hill upon it. whether fav- 
orable or unfavorable. 

I have been for the last thirty years liv- 
ing in this center of the earlv Catholic set- 
tlement of the West, not of the greater Wes<- 
now nart of our country, but of the original 
colonies. We have a strong Catholic com- 
munity here, and near us the mother house 
in the United States of the Dominicans, also 



of the Trappists, and of the first American 
order of Lorettines, or Friends of Mary, at 
the foot of the Cross, founded by the saintly 
missionary, Father Nerincx. My family of 
seven children have begun to scatter, only two 
being now at home, but one only has' married. 
I would rejoice if I could occasionally spend 
a few days at Spring Hill, and recall the old 
surroundings in. comparison with the new, but 
the distance is too great, and my time too 
much occupied by duties. 

If anv of the old students or professors 
of my time are there, olease give them a warm 
greeting for me ; if not, then accept on behalf 
of the new generation my best wishes, and the 
hope that Spring Hill may grow in influence 
as it has in size and material prosperity. Say 
a prayer for one who has need of all the help 
he can get from the nravers of others, and 
who will appreciate the alms thus given, and 
remember those who have taken the place of 
his old preceptors now nearly all gone to their 

Thomas Duggan, ex-'96, paid a 
'96 visit to his Alma Mater on Sep- 
tember 17. He is at present trav- 
eling for the Cudahy Packing Co. 

Rene F. Sere, A. B., was married 
'99 at a nuptial mass in St. Augustin's 

Church, New Orleans, to Miss 
Clare Cazenavette. The ceremony was 
performed by Fr. Wagner, S. J., an old 
professor of Mr. Sere. 

Dr. Walter S. Scott, ex-'99, paid 
us a visit on September 25. He was on 
his way home to Birmingham from 
Johns Hopkins University, where he 
had taken a special course. Dr. Scott 
has built up a large practice in Birm- 

Dr. P. Leo Kearns and Miss Elsie 
'03 Gast were married at the Passion- 

ist Retreat, Louisville, at the end 
of October. 

Timothy P. Toland, B. S., has re- 

'06 recently been appointed commer- 
cial agent for the Seaboard Air 
Line at Tampa, Fla. 

Dixon L. Austin, A. B., has re- 

'08 signed his position with the Tam- 
pa Fertilizer Co., and left for New 
York to take up the study of medicine. 

J. Lawrence Lavretta, A. B., has 
'10 just returned from a fourteen 

months' tour of Europe with his 
mother. He reports a very pleasant 
time. During a prolonged stay in 
Berlin he took a course in vocal cul- 
ture under a distinguished master. Mr. 
Lavretta has entered the real estate 
office of Jas. K. Glennon & Co. 

Bernardino A. Alvarez, ex-'lO, was 

married August 1st, to Miss Izetta Mc- 
Donnell at St. Vincent's Church, Mo- 

We have had word, directly or in- 
'11 directly, from all the graduates of 

1911. Most of them have already 
embarked on their chosen careers, 
while some few are still in a state of 
indecision as to the future. 

John T. Bauer, A. B., who carried 
off the highest honors of his class, is 
taking a course in electrical engineer- 
ing in the Boston School of Tech- 

W. Henry Kelly, A. B., has joined 
the clerical force of the Louisville and 
Nashville Railroad at Montgomery, 



Karl P. Leche, A. B., is reading 
law in the office of Pugh and Leman 
at Donaldsonville, La. It is his inten- 
tion to enter a law school next year. 

The medical department of St. 
Louis University claims James J. Mc- 
Hardy, as a student. 

Down in the Canal Zone Sherman 
P. Pardue, A. B., holds a position with 
the Panama Railroad. 

Philip P. Patout, A. B., is manag- 
ing a sugar plantation near Baldwin, 

Charles H. Plauche, A. B., is as- 
sistant cashier of the Avoyelles Bank 
nd Trust Co., at Marksville, La. 

Stephen V. Riffel, A. B., has en- 
tered the Georgetown University Law 
School at Washington, D. C. 

Bonaventure Rios, A. B., has taken 
up the study of law in Mexico. 

Ulysses H. Berthier, B. S., is stu- 
dying mining engineering at the Colo- 
rado School of Mines in Denver. 

Thomas P. Hale, B. S., is engaged 
in the chemical department of the 
naval stores concern at Gulfport, Miss. 

We had a brief visit from E. Leo 
Ball, B. S., while on his way to Wash- 
ington, D. C, where he has taken up 
the study of electrical engineering. He 
writes that he is housed in the new 
Gibbons Memorial Hall. 

Clarence L. Black, B. S., is pursu- 
ing a special course at a business col- 
lege in New Orleans to fit himself for 

a lucrative position which he has in 
view. He will manage to fill in an odd 
hour starring at his old position behind 
the bat. 

Paul E. Byrne, B. S., is acting as 
his father's private secretary in Chi- 

Flurence A. Dowe, B. S., is con- 
nected with the office of the freight de- 
partment of the L. and N. at Mont- 

R. Lee Drago, B. S., is in the em- 
ploy of a large wholesale house in Mo- 

Herbert C. Gremillion, B. S., has a 
position with the Alexandria Hard- 
ware Co. in his home town. 

The study of law is occupying the 
energies of Alcide A. Martel, B. S. in 
Franklin, La. 

James D. Mclntyre, B. S., now 

completely recovered from his severe 
spell of illness, is a student of electric- 
al engineering at the Boston School of 

Dennis S. Moran, B. S., is engaged 
in his uncle's cloak establishment in 

John J. Trolio, B. S., has taken 
over the management of the Trolio Ho- 
tel at Canton, Miss. 

Tillman K. Schimpf, B. S., is work- 
ing with his father in the restaurant 
business in Mobile. 

Clarence K. Wohner, B. S., is in 
the exchange department of the Miss- 
issippi State Bank at Canton, Miss. 




Very Rev. C. T. O'Callaghan, 
D. D., V. G. 

In the death of Very Rev. Corne- 
lius T. O'Callaghan, D. D., V. G., 
Spring Hill has lost an old and true 
friend and one of her most distinguish- 
ed alumni. The sad event occurred on 
the night of October 5th, at the pa- 
rochial residence of St. Vincent's 
Church, Mobile. On the previous 
evening Father O'Callaghan had re- 
turned from a prolonged stay in the 
Sacred Heart Sanitarium, Milwaukee, 
apparently much improved in health. 
But on the morning of the 5th he was 
stricken with paralysis and remained 
unconscious until the end. His last 
moments were attended by his devot- 
ed sister, Miss Kate O'Callaghan, 
Very Rev. D. Savage, D. D., a life- 
long friend, Very Rev. F. X. Twell- 
meyer, S. J., president of Spring Hill 
College, and Rev. George Callaghan, 
assistant pastor of St. Vincent's. The 
news of Fr. O'Callaghan's death came 
as a distinct shock to the people of 
Mobile and St. Vincent's parish, which 
he had faithfully administered for 
more than forty-four years. 

A well-deserved tribute was paid 
to the memory of Fr. O'Callaghan in 
an editorial in the Mobile Register : 

"The tolling of bells in the Cath- 
olic churches of Mobile last night an- 
nounced the sad fact to this commu- 
nity that life had passed from one who 
had long toiled in the service of God 
and humanity, to which his life had 

been unreservedly consecrated. The 
bells rang a note of sorrow that will 
find echo in the hearts of very many 
people in this city to-day, without 
thought of religious affiliation, when 
they learn that Father O'Callaghan is 
dead. Nearly half a century in the 
priesthood and forty-four years min- 
istering to one congregation, the de- 
ceased had endeared himself to more 
than one generation, and no minister 
of God has been more greatly revered 
by citizens generally. Back in the 
time when yellow fever was a scourge 
in the South, he gave a wonderful vi- 
tality with which he was endowed, 
knowing no fatigue, to self-imposed 
duties which recognized no creed but 
humanity. It was in time of disease 
and distress in the seventies that Mo- 
bile took the estimate of Father 
O'Callaghan and established him in a 
niche of popular admiration which was 
increased as the years went on. Irre- 
spective of creed, he was the personal 
friend of the generation that has al- 
most passed, and of which he was a 

"Deceased was a man of mentali- 
ty far above the ordinary and a citi- 
zen whose opinion was found valuable 
in public matters and frequently 
sought. His aims were high, his pur- 
pose single ; and he loved Mobile and 
its people with all the force of a na- 
ture that would make personal sacri- 
fice without thought of heroics or sub- 
sequent laudation. 



"The loss to the Catholic diocese 
in the death of this good man is, there- 
fore, a loss to the city and state. To 
the people of the southern part of Mo- 
bile, into whose daily lives he entered 
as counselor and friend, his place can 
never be filled." 

Cornelius T. O'Callaghan was 
born in Kanturk, County Cork, Ire- 
land, on March 4th, 1839, and received 
his elementary and classical education 
in the schools of his natuve town. He 
came to the United States in 1852, and 
entered St. Vincent's College, Cape 
Girardeau, Mo., and in July, 1860, be- 
came a student in the Diocesan Sem- 
inary, then connected with Spring Hill. 
He stood the examination for gradu- 
ation in the presence of Rt. Rev. 
Bishop Quinlan and received the de- 
gree of A. B. on December 12th, 1860, 
He was ordained to the priesthood in 
the Cathedral of Mobile on October 
24th, 1862, and on the same day made 
pastor of Apalachicola, Fla. For four 
years he labored there and in October, 

1866, he was called to the Cathedral 
of Mobile. After a few months he 
was appointed to St. Vincent's parish, 
then the largest and most important 
in the diocese. Fr. O'Callaghan took 
charge of the parish on January 25th, 

1867. He built the present church and 
pastoral residence. Fie was twice 
administrator of the diocese, pending 
the appointment of successors to 
Bishops Quinlan and O'Sullivan, and 
Vicar General under Bishops Quin- 
lan, Manucy and Allen. 

In June, 1897, Father O'Callaghan 
had conferred on him the degree of 

Doctor of Divinity by his Alma Mater. 
Spring Hill was empowered by Pope 
Gregory XVI in 1840 to grant degrees 
in philosophy and theology and Fr. 
O'Callaghan was the recipient of the 
first doctorate in theology, "an honor," 
as the Mobile Register stated, "wor- 
thily as well as gracefully placed." 

The funeral services were attend- 
ed by the President and several mem- 
bers of the faculty of Spring Hill. Rev. 
John A. Downey, a friend for more 
than half a century, delivered the 
funeral oration. 

To the deceased priest's sister, 
Miss Kate O'Callaghan, The Spring- 
hillian extends prayerful sympathy in 
the hour of her unspeakable loss. 

Joseph E. Burguieres. 

Joseph E. Burguieres, B. S., '92, 
died in New Orleans on August 23. 
The Picayune of August 25 gives the 
following details of his death and ca- 

Mr. Burguieres' death was a profound 
surprise to the business and social world, in 
which he moved a striking figure. The gen- 
tleman, up to a week ago, was apparently in 
the best of health, and spent his time be- 
tween his local office and the Burguieres' sum- 
mer home at Pass Christian. He was only 35 
years of age, and active, forceful and full of 
that strong personality that is always a valu- 
able asset to a man at the head of any great 

Last Sunday he was taken sick, but Mon- 
day felt better, and in the afternoon left his 
city residence in Prytania Street, corner of 
Third, and went to Pass Christian, intending 
to rest up for a few days and recuperate in the 
fresh salt breeze that sweeps in from the gulf. 

Wednesday Mr. Bureuieres suffered a sec- 
ond attack and his condition seemed so ser- 
ious that he was hurried to the city and re- 
moved to the Touro Infirmary. A prompt 
though careful diagnosis revealed that the gen- 
tleman's ailment was appendicitis', and an op- 



eration was considered necessary. The at- 
tack had been so severe that Mr. Burguieres' 
stronp- constitution had given way under it, 
and the patient never rallied after being placed 
in his bed. 

Mr. Burguieres was known through his 
large plantation interests all over the coun- 
try. He was a power in the business world, 
and had a talent for managing great affairs 
that easily placed him as a genius in the 
ranks of men who accomplish things. His 
business interests were very large, and as an 
officer in the J. M. Burguieres Company, Lim- 
ited, he devoted his wonderful energies to 
advancing the sugar industry and making New 
Orleans one of the great markets of the 

While his business methods were pursued 
along the most modern and advanced lines, 
Mr. Burguieres was eminently fair and 
thoughful and considerate of others. He 
broadened the scope of his own great business' 
activities and made the name of his company 
known in all the financial centers, but there 
was never a time that his competitors in the 
business world did not speak well of him and 
appreciate him for a man of integrity and 

Mr. Burguieres, in his' private as well as 
business life, was a man of frank and charm- 
ing manner. He was altogether the optimist, 
and would rather help a fellow man than do 
him a hurt. He had the faculty of never get- 
ting tired and being naturally qualified for the 
work he started out to do, he became in time 
a finished master in the technical as well as 
practical side of the planting, manufacturing 
and marketing of sugar. Only a few weeks 
ago Mr. Burguieres' was in Washington, 
where he gave testimony before a congression- 
al committee investigating the sugar trade. 
His testimony was carried very fully in the 
press of the country, and while it deeply im- 
pressed the committee, it was generally looked 
upon as a reallv brilliant oresentation of the 
case of the Louisiana sugar planters. 

He was uncommonly gifted and had an 
amazing capacity for picking up the details 
of a business and uniting them all into one 
successful whole. The most vexatious and in- 
tricate business problems were simple to his 1 
rare insight, and his iudcrment was unusually 
sound and was exercised bv singular quick- 
ness. Mr. Burguieres 1 ' business associates 
found him always a ready prop and he was 
always willing to share anybody else's bur- 
dens. The largest of ventures he handled with 
a clear coolness, and a splendid future of wide 
influence and power loomed brightly before 
him when death ended his useful career. 

Mr. Burguieres was the champion of the 
Louisiana sugar market, and launched and led 
the aggressive campaign that raised the mar- 
ket to a plane which enabled the Southern 
planters to come nearer receiving the full New 
York nrice for their sugar and molasses than 
ever before. Mr. Burguieres considered that 
an injustice was being done the South in sys- 
tematically depressing the price below the 
price in London and New York, and he en- 
tered the campaign with a patriotism that 
showed he had the interest of his section be- 
fore him. 

Mr. Burguieres was a magnetic man, of 
handsome presence and manner that seemed to 
draw others to him. He was nopular with til 
who knew him and won a nlace in the hearts 
of his' friends and acquaintances by his kind- 
ness and sterling qualities. 
Church and an old Confederate soldier. He 
Mr. Burguieres was born March 16, 1876, 
on the Cypremont plantation, in St. Mary 
Parish, near Franklin. His father was Jules 
M. Burguieres, who with his brother, Ernest, 
was one of the first to develop sugar culture 
on a very extensive scale in one of the most 
fertile districts of the state. Mr. Burguieres' 
mother, before her marriage, was Miss Cor- 
inne Marie Patout, daughter of an old 
and distinguished French family, which, like 
the Burguieres, had prominent connections 
in France. Joseph Burguieres was the second 
child, and the other children were Denis, 
Jules, Louise, Florence, Ernest, Henry and 
Patout. The deceased had a half-sister, Miss 
Inez Burguieres, born of his' father's union 
with his second wife, who was a Miss Ida 
Broussard. Miss Inez and her mother are at 
present in Europe traveling. 

Mr. Burguieres was educated in Spring 
Hill College, Mobile, and was a graduate of 
the class' of 1892. In 1907 he married Miss 
Larra Fauntleroy and the young wife lived 
only a year, dying in 1908. No child was 
born to the union. 

Mr. Burguieres was a member of several 
of the leading clubs and carnival organiza- 
tions, and took a prominent nart in the city's 
social life. 

The deceased was an officer in the J. M. 
Burguieres Company, Ltd., the Louisiana Su- 
gar Company, the Oak Lawn Sugar Company, 
the Segura Sugar Company, the Kenilworth 
Sugar Company, the Dulac Cypress and Shin- 
gle Company, the Burguieres' Land and In- 
vestment Company, The Sugar Planters' Stor- 
age and Distributing Company of Louisiana, 
the Augusta Sugar Company, the Delta Land 
and Develooment Comnany, the Vida Sugar 
Company, the New Orleans Land Company. 



the Stafolife Feed Company and the Louisiana 
Sugar Planters' Association. He was also a 
director of the Louisiana Sugar and Rice Ex- 
change, the New Orleans Board of Trade, the 
German-American National Bank and the 
New Orleans, Texas' and Mexico Railroad. 

The funeral services were held at the 
church at Cvnremort, La. Very Rev. F. X. 
Twellmeyer, S. I., president of Spring Hill, 
and a teacher of Mr. Burguieres, made an 
eloquent address, recalling the many noble 
traits of character that from boyhood had 
characterized the life of Joseph Burguieres, 
followed him in his every-dav life with his 
fellow-men and gained for him the highest 
position among the great financiers of the 
state. His untimely demise was a loss not 
only to his family and those who loved him 
intimately, but was a loss to the entire country. 

At the grave, just before the vault was 
closed, Rev. Father Girault, of Patoutville, 
made an address in French, eulogizing the 
memory of the deceased, and asking that the 
prayers of his friends be united with thos'e of 
the prayers of his church, so that God may 
have mercv upon his soul ancT grant him eter- 
nal happiness. 

Major Patrick C. Hannan. 
Though not an alumnus of Spring 
Hill or any other college, Major Han- 
nan was a true friend of education. His 
death in the Providence Infirmary, 
Mobile, August 28th, recalls his many 
benefactions to Spring Hill. Major 
Hannan was born in Ireland some 
eighty-nine years ago and came to the 
United States in 1849. When the 
Civil War broke out he joined Com- 
pany B, of the Twenty-first Alabama, 
as first lieutenant. After the war he 
engaged in various mercantile enter- 
prises in Mobile and amassed a com- 
fortable fortune. When he retired 
from business he made his home in the 
Providence Infirmary and donated the 
present beautiful chapel. The Han- 
nan Home, conducted by the Little 
Sisters of the Poor, owes its existence 
to Major Hannan's generosity. 

At Spring Hill we have constant 
reminders of his kindness in the Grot- 
to of Lourdes at the terminus of Han- 
nan Way, and in the beautiful marble 
statues that ornament our grounds. 

The funeral services, at which a 
Requiem Mass was said by Rev. C. D. 
Barland, S. J., Vice President of 
Spring Hill, were attended by several 
members of the faculty. 

Rev. Thomas S. Major. 

Father Major was a theological 
student and professor at Spring Hill 
from 73-76. He is well remembered 
by professors and students of those 
days. His death at Frankfort, Ky., 
was the occasion of recalling many in- 
cidents of his career. We take these 
clippings from various papers : 

Rev. Thomas S. Major, nastor of the 
Church of the Good Shepherd, Frankfort, 
Ky., died August 22. Father Major was born 
in Paris. Ky.. July 13, 1S44, and was 1 the son 
of Dr. F. W. Major, a well-known physician. 
When but a youth the war between the states 
broke out, and with hundreds of others of the 
sons of the best families of Kentucky, he 
joined General John Morgan's famous com- 
mand and enioved the confidence and esteem 
of that preat leader, until the tragic termina- 
tion of their association following Morgan's' 
dauntless raid into Ohio. Morgan, on being 
captured, was sent to the Columbus peniten- 
tiary, and youn? Maior, with other comrades- 
in-arms, was dispatched to Camp Douelas. 
From this place he made escape and, returning 
to Kentuckv. resumed his' duties as a soldier. 
He was wounded in battle and was sent to 
the Good Samaritan Hospital in Cincinnati, 
where he was nursed by the Sisters of Char- 

This was Father Major's first introduc- 
tion to the Catholic Church and the result 
was that he became a Catholic, and abandoning 
the study of medicine, which he had intended 
to take up when the cessation of hostilities 
permitted a return to civilian life, he began 
instead his studies for the ministry of the 



He entered the Spring Hill College, Mo- 
bile, Ala., and was ordained November 1, 
1875, by the late Bishop Toebbe, of Coving- 
ton. He was assigned to Cvnthiana, Paris and 
Lexington successively, after which he did 
service in the Diocese of Cleveland, Peoria and 
Dallas. In 1892 he returned to Covington 
and was appointed pastor of St. Joseph's 
Church, Winchester, where he remained until 
August, 1894, when he became pastor of the 
Church of the Good Shepherd, Frankfort, 
which office he held until his death. 

Death removed last month an old friend, 
Father Major of Kentucky, a convert to the 
Church and an old Confederate soldier. He 
was born in the famous Blue Grass region of 
Kentucky, and when about 18 years of age 
his enthusiasm for the Confederacy led him 
to enlist under the famous General John Mor- 
gan. In Morgan's famous raid through Ohio 
young Major accompanied him and was se- 
verely wounded and captured near Lisbon, 
Ohio. He was sent to Camp Chase near Co- 
lumbus, and from there to Camp Douglas, 
from which he escaped, finally reaching Chi- 
cago, suffering intensely and completely brok- 
en. He was succored by an Irishman, Charles 
Donnelly, and it was through this good Sa- 
maritan that voung Major was led into the 
Catholic Church. 

He went then to Canada and finally into 
Mexico, eventualb' returning to Kentucky. He 
began his studies for the priesthood at once 
and having- obtained a dispensation from Rome 
on account of his having been a soldier, there 
being a law that no one who had shed human 
blood can be ordained without a special dis- 
pensation, he was ordained and said his first 
Mass at Hamilton, Ohio, where his" people 
lived at the time. He served in the diocese of 
San Antonio, Texas, Chicago, Peoria and 
Cleveland, finally being appointed pastor of 
Frankfort, Kentucky, where he spent the last 
years of his life. 

He was an unique character in manv 
wavs and a walking encyclopedia of war 
stories and a fine authoritv on all the many 
disputed events' of the Civil War. 

Bishop Maes in the funeral sermon as re- 
ported in the Louisville Courier- Tournal, made 
this important statement : 

"Father Major had told one of his 
brother priests only a short time ago of an 
interesting incident that happened just at the 
close of the Civil War that came to his 
knowledge when he (Father Maior") was in 
Canada. This incident was as follows, and 
throws some licht on the assassination of 
President Lincoln by Wilkes Booth. While 

in Canada, Father Major said, five Confed- 
erates', who had taken refuge in that coun- 
try, decided to continue the fight by attempt- 
ing to kidnap President Lincoln; that these 
five men went to Washington in disguise, but 
before they did anything one of them was 
captured as a suspected spy and sentenced 
to be hanged or shot. The man was a friend 
of Wilkes Booth, and the latter went to see 
President Lincoln in an effort to have the life 
of his friend saved; that Booth stated after- 
wards that the President granted his request 
for the reprieve or pardon. For some reason, 
however, the President's reprieve order was 
never delivered to the proper officer, and the 
man was' executed on Good Friday. Accord- 
ing to what one of the other four men after- 
wards told Father Major, the fact that his 
friend was' executed incensed Booth intensely 
and that night at the Ford Theatre he shot 
and killed the President. 

Father Major always believed that the 
assassination of Mr. Lincoln was solely due to 
Booth's anger over the idea that the President 
had not kept faith with him and allowed his 
friend to be executed. Some minor officials 
had probably held up the reprieve, but neither 
Booth nor Lincoln knew this. 

This is an exceedingly interesting item 
of historical note and ought to be added to 
DeWitt's book. "The Judicial Murder of Mrs. 
Surratt," in which book much of inside and 
hitherto unknown facts of this period of our 
history is related. 

New Orleans. Aug. 26, 1911. 
To thp Editor of the Times-Democrat: 

The telegraphic notice in the paper this 
mornine of the death of Rev. Father Thomas 
Major, the nastor of the Catholic Church in 
Frankfort. Kv.. reminds me that the Catholic 
Church is' indebted to me for this priest whose 
late Heath is lamented. 

Tom Maior "'as. at the breaking out of 
the war. a very delicate bov. with the complex- 
ion of a girl and a sdrls' modest^, shrinking 
from the rough, bovish pranks nf the soldier, 
but alwavs on the line of battle when there 
was anv fighting to be done. Tn cold weather 
Tom Maior ak< r avs slept with hi* horse, sitting 
bv the fire until the hors'e was through eating 
and had laid down for the night. He would 
then lav himself down against the. horse's 
back, covering them both with the same 

On the 26th of Tulv. 1863, we were ordered 
to charge a regiment nf Federal cavalrv 
which was stationed behind a stone wall, 
armed with Spencer rifles, a magazine gun 
able to throw about six or seven bullets to 



our one. My horse was shot, but not ser- 
iously; just enough to make him extremely 
restive, and Tom Major had an artery in his 
arm severed by a bullet. The blood was com- 
ing out in spurts, and he was about falling 
from his horse to the ground, in which case 
he would have died from loss of blood in about 
five minutes. I dismounted and made him do 
the same, when with a silk handkerchief 1 
made a tourniquet, stopped the How of blood 
from his arm and told him to ride off the field, 
which he did. 

That afternoon, Gen. Morgan surrendered 
(we were then within seven or eight miles of 
the Pennsylvania line, nearly one hundred 
miles north of Gettysburg) himself and us as 
prisoners of war, and we were put in a mil- 
itary prison on the shores of Lake Michigan, 
a place which is now a part of Chicago. One 
night Tom and I found a ladder which we 
carried across the garrison yard to place it 
against a fourteen foot wall in order to climb 
over it and escape, but an alarm was given 
and a squad of soldiers, under the command of 
a captain, came along in our direction, and 
in order to escape detection we laid the lad- 
der down and threw ourselves prone on the 
ground. I then said to Tom : "You stav here 
and I will go by the officers' quarters and see 
what has caused this excitement, and if it 
quiets down I will come back to you and we 
will get the ladder and make the attempt later 
in the night." I found the officers in a great 
state of excitement, went back towards the 
place where I had left Tom, and found that 

the guard whom we had escaped a few mo- 
ments before, had discovered Tom and placed 
him under arrest. I had civen him a fine 
shawl, which I needed then very much, and 
he had it around his shoulders. They put him 
in a dungeon, where he was fed on bread 
and water and kept in close confinement. I es- 
caped being seen by the guard and got in 
my barracks. I could not lift the ladder by 
myself, nor put it up against the wall with- 
out assistance. 

When Tom was put in the dungeon he 
found that the men already there had taken 
up a plank from the floor and had dug a tun- 
nel under the outer wall, and on the 'second 
night after he was put in the dungeon he es- 
caped, with the others, and got over into Can- 
ada. From the severity of the Canadian win- 
ter, for which he was illy prepared, the enemy 
having taken my shawl from him, and he hav- 
ing no wran or overcoat, he became violently 
ill with pneumonia and was taken to a hos- 
pital, where he was nursed by the Sisters of 
Charity. They converted him to the Catholic 
faith, turned his thoughts and aspirations' to 
the priesthood; in fact made a priest of him. 
and he did not return to the military service. 

Several times since the war Father Ma- 
jor has visited New Orleans and always took 
dinner with us. He recognized the fact that 1 
had saved his life by means of the tourniquet 
on that 26th of July, and led to his being put 
in the dungeon and was, therefore, the indi- 
rect means of his entering the priesthood. 





M. H. DIAZ, '12. 

To end up the run at the dawn of the 

Still racing with time in an unequal 


Whilst the glow that I see at a distance 

on high, 
Grows faint and more faint with the 
wheels as they roll ; 
And now whilst I picture it out in the Out flashes a moment, next instant to 

night, die, 

Whistling, wild whistling- as it lights And lives as the fireman shovels the 

up the way, coal, 

I know it is foaming and hast'ning in To race wild with time and arrive at 
flight, the goal. 

Oft as I hear from the lowlands away 
The train's distant cry and the clang 

of its gong, 
I fain would recall to my mem'ry a day 
When I saw that wild engine thun- 

d'ring along, 
Racing with time in the strife of the 


Jl. M. <D. Q. 





The object of THE SPRINGHJLLIAN is to record College 
events, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between theboys of the Present and the Past 



Christmas Musings — J. P. Newsham, Jr., '12 59 

To a Winter Garden— T. S. K. 60 

Bethlehem— A Prospect— E. I. F. 61 

How It All Came About— Howard Kelly, '14 62 

My Christmas Eve — John J. Gilmore, '13 64 

Home for Christmas — John J. Gilmore, '13 66 

Grandfather Mountain — J. Andrew Douglas, '14 67 

A Christmas Prayer— T. S. K. 68 

Too Much Raw Material— M. Diaz Beck, '12 69 

A Child's Sacrifice— Clarence N. Touart, '12 74 

His Last Hope — J. P. Newsham, Jr., '12 75 

Christmas Happiness 78 

Anomalous Customs 79 

College Notes— John T. Becker, '12 82 

Football 91 

Alumni 103 

Kidlets 105 

Obituary 109 
















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(Eljnjsimajg ifatttga 

J. P. NEWSHAM, JR., '12. 

Christmas ! What joy that word brings to the hearts of children ! How 
many visions of Santa Claus, and Christmas trees, and full stockings does it 
conjure up. 

And we ourselves, older heads who have lost forever the glamour of 
the "night before Christmas," with its line of stockings waiting expectantly 
in front of the open fireplace, we, who no longer strive to keep our eyes open 
long enough to get a peep at Santy, when 
"All through the house, 
Not a creature is stirring, 
Not even a mouse," 
it cannot be that we have lost all love for the dear old Yuletide, its precious 
memories, and the great event it commemorates. To the worst of us Christ- 
mas comes like some good angel, some messenger from our long lost child- 

It is only meet, then, that the day which witnessed the sublimest hap- 
pening of all the ages should be observed with rejoicing. Still, to my mind 
Christmas is distinctively a home festival. It is a time for the gentler emo- 
tions of the heart to hold sway, and not for wild passions to be unleashed. 
The Saviour was kindness and gentleness itself, and yet many men use His 
name as an excuse for villany and debauchery of the worst nature. It is a 
blot on the escutcheon of modern civilization that at Christmas time riotous 
living is found at its height. What can be more beautiful, more touching 
than a happy family gathered about the Yule-log, while outside the were 
wolf wails, and the flames leap brighter and brighter, casting fantastic 
shadows on the walls? How much better, how much nobler, how much more 
in accord with the holiness of the season is all this, when compared to the 
noisy welcome at some brilliantly lighted saloon, the smile of the wanton, 
the rattle of the dice box! 

And Christmas morning! Who among us does not recall with many a 
sigh for the dear long ago, the eager search through stockings crammed to 
overflowing! The shout of joy as many an object dear to the heart of youth 
is brought to light, is still ringing in my ears, down the long vista of time. 


My recollections of Christmas day, when I was a child, are clear cut as 
a cameo. A hasty breakfast, and then, boy-like, a rush for the earliest possi- 
ble mass. Oh that mass! How interminable it used to seem to me! How 
glad I was when free to join the other boys in shooting firecrackers, and 
making such a noise as would wake the sleepy old town to the realization 
that it was Christmas. 

And those Christmas dinners! The vision of huge turkeys, as they used 
to look, is still before me. Oh ! for the time when such small things could 
bring such perfect joy. 

Dinner over, the next thing to look forward to was the family Christ- 
mas tree, and the annual visit of old Kris Kringle in the flesh. How careful- 
ly mother dear, used to guard that office door, the sacred sanctum of the 
wonderful tree. And about three o'clock in the evening, what a rush there 
was for the honor of getting the first peep. Perhaps papa would act as 
Santy, and distribute the presents, then throw off his mask and gather all 
his little darlings into his arms, while mamma stood smiling near. 

After the tree came supper, and then it was bed-time. Don't you re- 
member how four or five or perchance six tousled heads lay peacefully on 
downy pillows? Isn't the blissful sensation of the blankets still upon you? 
And then, how sleep crept over your eyelids after a mumbled prayer at 
mother's knee, and you slipped off into Dreamland, there to enact the scenes 
of the great day all over again. 

Christmas is past ! The children return to school, the college boy to his 
studies, the laborer to his work, the business man to the humdrum existence 
of every day life. But all return better and stronger, to take up anew the 
battle of life. For the spirit of the Christmas Angel still broods over them, 
and the gracious influence of the season still warms their hearts. 

2to a Mutter tartott 

T. S. K. 

When verdant thy raiment with jewels all gleaming 
And winsome thou queened it in June's leafy time; 
Then Winter's ice-caverns knew foes gleeful dreaming 
Of woe to thy pageant, of reign to thy rime. 

But, desolate garden, arrayed in drear ashes, 
'Tis thine, too, to dream in thy death-seeming trance, 
When nurturing Phoebus thro' April tears flashes, 
Thy loveliness living again in his glance. 


E. I. F. 

To that Infant meekly lying 

On that bed of prickly straw, 

What does Beth'lem mean, O Christian? 

Listen ! Let thy cold heart thaw. 

Not a life replete with pleasure ; 
Not a life all free from ill ; 
But a prelude of keen anguish, 
From that crib to Calvary's hill. 

Lo! athwart the gleaming brightness 
Of that radiant midnight scene, 
Dark and lowering, blood-red flashes 
Of a cross's form are seen. 

See those tiny hands now folded 
Gently on that baby breast ; 
See those tiny feet that tremble, 
Vainly seeking warmth and rest. 

Callous men shall roughly seize them, 
Pierce them through and through with prongs, 
While around Him rise the curses 
Of that vile blaspheming throng. 

See that face upon which angels 
Love to gaze for evermore ; 
Brutal men shall mar and stain it 
With their mingled spit and gore. 

See that noble brow now resting 
In the manger, all forlorn; 
Soldiers shall with blows encrown it 
With a coronet of thorn. 

See that mother's bliss ecstatic 

For the Infant at her side ; 

Time shall see her bowed with sorrow, 

Standing by Him crucified. 

Christian, then, behold the meaning 
Of that birth in Beth'lem's cave. 
Love it was for thee that brought Him 
Down from Heaven, thy soul to save. 


Hf mu 3t All (£a»u> About 


"Ou th'j top of a cab on old Broadway, with a cabman's beaver on my 
head, and I a college- bred man!" What a train of thoughts followed in the 
wake of this one ! Memory, but, alas, not "Fond Memory," brought "The 

light of other days around me." — those old college days at M , and for 

a few bitter moments I lived over again those misspent years of youth and 
budding manhood. 

Yes, there they were — all the "old boys" — Jim Spencer and Bob Lackey 
and "Longy" McManus and all the rest — a rollicking set in their day, my 
boon companions for three years. And what a time we had together! Not 
a spree nor a lark nor aught else that was jolly or foolish or both but we had 
a hand in. 

Studies! What cared we for studies? Life was too short to be spent 
poring over Homer and Virgil or even "Livy's pictured page." We were 
in the heyday of life; fun and frolic for us; serious affairs for to-morrow! 
Manana ! Manana ! That to-morrow never came ; but another came and 
came with a vengeance. 

School days were over and the work-a-day world was staring me in the 
face. My father had in the meanwhile paid the debt of nature, but his part- 
ner, Mr. Waltham, kindly consented to accept me as his junior partner if I 
would get down to the study of law at a night school and work in the 
office during the day. But alas for those wasted college days and the spirit 
of recklessness and indifference they engendered in me — "Dear, dead days 
beyond recall !" Dear days, forsooth ! Ah, dear days, indeed, they were — 
inexpressibly dear, for they cost me a ruined career, a blasted life. "Dead?" 
Far from it. Would to God they were dead and not writ large in letters of 
fire on the tablets of my memory ! 

A short trial proved my utter incompetency for the position and without 
waiting for notice to quit I tendered my resignation and betook myself to 
work for which I was better suited — on top of a cab on old Broadway. 

Up there in the corner rooms on the fifteenth floor of that big steel of- 
fice building, Eddy Wheeler, an old class-mate of mine, is rapidly forging to 
the front as the junior partner of the law firm, Waltham & Wheeler. Look, 
there he is now with Mary Waltham on his arm, entering that splendid auto. 
And to think that all this, and Mary into the bargain, might have been mine. 

"The saddest words of tongue or pen 
Are these: it might have been." 


And who's that fashionably dressed young man driving his car into 
Duane Street? Well, if it isn't old "Duck" Powell, another class-mate. How 
we of the rollicking frat, the "K. U. P. — Ketch Us Plug," used to laugh at 
old "Duck" as he plugged away at Horace and Homer and Cicero and Burke ! 

Well, indeed, could he afford to laugh at us now, for he is dean of the X 

Medical and one of Gotham's foremost doctors. 

But where are THE "old boys" — my friends of the "K. U. P.?" Down 
there in the corner grocery on Hudson Street Jim Spencer weighs out coffee 
and tea for his boss; Bob is motorman on a wrecking car; "Longy" is out in 
"Frisco on the bum," while two others of that once care-free gang are "prac- 
ticing at the bar" down on the Bowery. "The boy's the father of the man," — 
verily I believe that now. 

"For heaven's sake, man, what's come over you? Wake up, I say," and 
Jim Spencer emphasized this latter remark with a sound slap on my shoul- 
der. I started up as if from a night-mare and looked about the room dazed 
and bewildered. My feet were resting comfortably on the fender, a green- 
shaded student's lamp stood at my elbow and Jim was opposite me fairly 
splitting his sides laughing at my confused appearance. 

"Have you been dreaming?" said Jim. 

"Dreaming? Well, I reckon I have. Look here, Jim" — and I told him 
the whole of my vivid revery. 

When I had done Jim looked at me seriously. It was evident my elo- 
quent narration of the day-dream made a deep impression on him. 

"What are you going to do about it?" was his next query. 

"Do about it?" I cried. "Why, I'm going to do everything about it! 
I'm going to do so much about it that you'll never catch me driving a cab, 
or clerking in a grocery, or tending bar, or bumming out in Frisco." 

That very night I began in good earnest to work, and from that time till 
the last day of nay college course no more diligent student could be found 

at M . God had given me more than ordinary talent and now I used it 

to its fullest capacity. From the foot of the class I went by leaps and bounds 
to the head and I led every class of which I was a member during the re- 
maining three years at college. "Maxima cum laude" was read out after my 
name as I received my diploma on Commencement Day. I was the orator 
of the occasion and delivered the Valedictory. Four years later I carried off 
highest honors at Extown Law and signed my name henceforth Harold Pres- 
cott, A. M., LL. D. 

Well, t > make a short story still shorter, I became the junior partner of 
the law firm Waltham & Prescott. To-day I am the senior partner — Mr. 
Waltham has gone to a better world — with my quondam college chum, Jim 


Spencer, for a junior partner. I am chief counsel for one of the great trunk 
line railroads with a salary of $25,000 per year. And all this as the result of 
a lucky day-dream twenty-five years ago. But yet more: "Ah, Mary, come 
in — I have just finished jotting down for the Springhillian some remin- 
iscences of the old days before you were Mrs. Harold Prescott." 

Jig (EIpriHtmaa law 


The incident which has made this season memorable for me happened 
long years ago, so I will not be able to recall it fully. I was a little chap 
about six years of age. My home was the big brick building on the hill. My 
mother I never knew or saw. The good Sisters were my only mothers. I can 
remember those cold and stormy nights and those hard spent days in the 
fields and class. Yet I was happy. 

It was one of those cold mornings that I strayed away. My only 
witness was the sun, which had just peeped over the horizon, in time to 
catch me and lead the way. Only a few hours had passed and I was walking 
down a country road. The snow was wedging its way through my soleless 
boots and the cold wind was passing freely through my ragged apparel. 
My only companions were the little birds. Their weak little chirps seemed 
to call to me for help, but I could not do something which they would not 
allow me to do. 

I had journeyed all day and was nearly exhausted from climbing a 
high and steep hill, but I forgot my troubles at beholding, on the other side 
of this hill, a beautiful city, a sight that had never occurred to my imagina- 
tion before. I painfully limped into the town. My surprise was still greater 
at seeing such magnificent and tall buildings. These huge monsters of 
architecture frightened me very much, because I was afraid that they would 
fall down an me, but I soon became accustomed to them. The great planet 
had just sunk below the horizon and my weary limbs could not stand the ex- 
citement. 1 lay down on a porch, but my rest did not last very long. A 
great black man shoved me off rather harshly. Leaving that place I saun- 
tered into an old barn. This hospitality was interrupted by the watch dog 
and I narrowly escaped with my torn attire. I turned my steps toward a side 
path and there spent the balance of the night in a series of broken slumbers. 
You can imagine my surprise at awakening next morning. I was all 
covered with dirt and felt very cold ; I could find no place to wash and you 
can guess my thoughts. I was half frozen and my limbs were stiff and 


sore. My brain, numb from cold, was unable to do much thinking, so I 
wandered on not knowing where I was going or what I was doing. I re- 
ceived a few pennies from begging, and with these purchased a scanty meal, 
which did i ot succeed in satisfying my hunger. 

I was just passing a beautiful church with a great gold cross on it, 
which seemed to be a second sun. By some unknown providence I painfully 
began to climb up those large stone steps. My imagination was taken from 
me on entering this heavenly palace. In all my life I had never beheld such 
a wonder. When I realized I was in the house of God I became more at- 
tentive and my distraction left me. 

I was in this magnificent palace long after the other people were gone 
and I would have remained longer, but a gentle touch on my arm roused 
my consciousness and upon turning I beheld a little boy about my own size 
standing beside me. He beckoned for me to follow and I did so. We went 
into the gaiden adjoining the church and played, but in a short time a lady, 
beautifully clothed, came to take my little friend from me. 

This Fairy Queen inquired into my family, but could not elicit much in- 
formation from me. She asked my name and I told her it was "Shorty." 
At this shi smiled and showed those sweet dimples, which I will never for- 
get. I felt somewhat insulted, but my anger left me when she took me gently 
by the hand and led me to her automobile. 

I was taken to a beautiful house with a great green lawn surrounding 
it. I learned afterwards that this house was to be my future home. I was 
taken into the house and dressed in a costly suit, something that I could not 
appreciate at the time as I should have ; and the dinner — it would take me 
a day to describe it. I had never before thought of such refinement. The 
day passed very fast and when night came I slept on a most glorious bed be- 
side my little friend, whom I began to know as Jack and to love as a brother. 

This kindness towards me went on increasing from day to day, and years 
passed without many incidents, until one day our long cherished wish — 
Jack's and mine — was fulfilled. Our mother — she is known to me as that 
now — told us we could pack for college. This we did hurriedly and were 
off the next morning. 

We stayed a few hours in the city and then caught the street railway 
for the college. The college was a short distance from the city. It was a 
beautiful white structure, with snake-like paths and on the sides of these 
walks were pretty green shrubs and flowers. Beautiful fountains were 
found in many parts of the grounds, surrounding these were ponds, in which 
little goldfish swam and played merrily between the rocks. 

We arrived at the college in the best of spirits. After the usual con- 
fusion of getting acquainted, we settled down to study. Jack and myself 


were both in the same class and when one missed a question the other 
would correct him ; one would lead in one study, the other in another. In 
play it was the same way. We played side by side on the "Eleven," faced 
each other on the "Nine," and in basket-ball we always played together. 
Business did not change our dispositions ; we pulled together as we did in 
school. At night we would labor over the same book or work in the 
stock-room. These days I will never forget. 

You doubtless see that the romance of this little story has been left 
out. Well, the reason for it is this : Just as the romance was beginning 
a voice resounded through the room, the words I caught were : "Merry 
Christmas to you, "Shorty ;" rouse yourself, get some life into you, you 
have missed your breakfast." These were the words I caught, and it was a 
very nice Christmas gift, indeed. 

You now see why this holiday will never be forgotten by me. But 
each one has a story of his own to remind him of the grandeur of this day. 
It has been celebrated for two thousand years, and is the only day in which 
everyone rejoices ; the one day on which there is a password, a phrase used 
by all, and will be as long as there is a person who can repeat the words 
"A merry Christmas to you!" 

ijtittt? for GHjrtatmaB 


"We're going home for Christmas Day," 
Are words that cheer and thrill 

The schoolboy's heart with boundless joy, 
Destroying every ill. 

Fond memories at their bidding rise, 
Of that sweet place called home ; 

For this he loves beyond all else, 
No matter where he roam. 

A father's smile, a mother's love, 
What precious gems are they! 

But precious more they seem to be, 
When felt on Christmas Day. 

So dear ones soon we'll see again, 
And heart's fond tribute pay ; 

But may God grant we meet above, 
Where e'er 'tis Christmas Day. 


(grmdf &ttp r iHmmtam 


There are many delightful drives and places of interest among the 
mountains of North Carolina; but if one wishes to take a really beautiful 
drive, let him but go from Blowing Rock to Grandfather Mountain. 

The Grandfather is a mountain which, when viewed from the vicinity 
of Blowing Rock, resembles the profile of an old man lying prone at his 
ease. It belongs to the great Appalachian chain, and is one of the peaks 
of the Black Mountains. 

The road leading to the summit of the Grandfather, uninteresting at 
first, soon shows itself as a marvel of engineering. It turns and twists, now 
skirting the base of some beetling crag, now cut into the solid rock, again 
seeming to hang on the very edge of a yawning abyss. But there is "a 
method in its madness," so to speak, for it is ever mounting upwards. 

Many are the sights beautiful or grand to be seen from this winding 
road. Here the overhanging mountains tower above us, seeming to defy the 
elements; in another place where the road makes a sharp angle upon a 
rocky shelf, a pretty green valley with its stretches of balsam and pine, 
its winding streams and cozy farms can be seen. 

One of the most beautiful cataracts I have ever seen is along this 
road. The water comes from a lonely spring and, after winding through 
groves of trees, at length falls gracefully from a height of about twenty 
feet. It starts from the ledge in a solid sheet but meeting many obstruc- 
tions in its downward course breaks into small streams. Spray flies all 
about, and the light sifting through the interlaced branches of the trees, 
and striking the spray, makes a perfect rainbow. In the middle a stream 
about three feet wide shoots down from the top and dashes itself into 
white foam on the rocks below. 

As we mount higher and higher the time-scarred and weather-beaten 
appearance of the mountain is more than ever apparent. Great furrows 
have been plowed in its rugged sides by the elements ; huge holders many 
tons in weight, falling from their ancient eminences, have torn great 
gashes in the earth till the whole mountain side seems to be one series of 
great fissures and ravines. The very trees seem to be in doubt whether 
to hold on by their precarious supports or go crashing down the precipi- 
tous slopes. 

We now come to the part of the road that leads through a pass in the 
mountains. We turn from the main road, and the real climb begins. For 


many hundreds of feet the road zig-zags its way upwards till a broad, flat 
plain is reached. Here, if one is on horseback or in a rig, he can leave his 
conveyance while he makes his way on foot to the summit. Leaving the 
little table-land we follow a rugged foot-path around great shoulders of 
the mountain, and through groves of sweet-smelling balsam. At one place 
we pass between the split sections of a great rock. After passing an im- 
mense stone face we emerge upon the top of a high cliff. This is the 
summit of the Grandfather. 

On all sides a scene is spread which no pen may portray. Here and 
there stand the great mountains like silent sentinels of the fertile valleys 
at their base ; white roads, like silver ribbons in the dim distance, wind in 
and out among the fields of the foot-hills ; peaceful little hamlets with their 
neat white-washed cottages are dotted here and there through the verdant 
valleys ; little rivers flashing in the sunlight like streams of molten silver 
twist and turn about in their tortuous course seaward ; seemingly endless 
groves of pine and balsam stretch up and down the mountains and here and 
there across the vales, clothing all in a mantle of emerald hue. 

But so awed and impressed are we by this exhibition of the power of 
God and the grandeur He imparts to even this little world of ours that it is 
only by careful after-thought we begin to realize and appreciate the real 
beauty and loveliness of the scene. 

A QUjrt0tma0 frag? r 

T. S. K. 

Sweet Jesus, our Light, on this Christmas and all, 
For souls in the darkness of Doubt ranging far, 
Let skies singing, chant again, angel lips call, 
And silver Faith's pathway the light of Thy star. 


(Sao Mml} Ita Material 

M. DIAZ-BECK, '12. 

It was a card game in the smoker ; the man with the Bermuda tuft and 
the red face was losing heavily and had been doing so ever since he had 
boarded the boat at New Orleans. The sharks had nabbed him, his luck 
had fled, and what's more he knew it, and couldn't help it. 

The winner called for drinks : 

" "Arf and 'arf all around, steward !" 

When the 'arf and 'arfs came, the man with the bad cigar, who had lost 
the last pot with a big dog, sat up and suddenly remembered a funny story ; 
he told it between sips, and his fervor grew with the repetition of the sips, 
whilst he underwent some contortions in an effort to explain the meaning of 
the joke ; of course everybody laughed, but then 'arf and 'arf has the peculiar 
property of making even the most solemn person crack a smile. 

The fellow with the face told inimitable stories; but Anally the man 
with the Bermuda tuft put down the glass, and said whilst lighting a fresh 
cigar : 

"Have you gentlemen ever heard of the baker's story?'' 

No one dared to answer, they were all trying to remember the taste 
of the last drink. 

"Steward," he bellowed, "make it vermouth for the bunch." 

"Ah — er — , what did you say?" asked a now interested individual. 

"I was about to launch a story on shallow water, but I see the tide has 

"Pray proceed," begged the honest poker player who did not feel like 
joining the game. 

"Thank you, sir, I will." 

The glasses were filled and the now eager audience leaned across the 
table sipping the delightful beverage ; the honest poker player settled him- 
self comfortably in his easy chair ; the smile that covered his grizzly face 
was so broad that he looked as if he were about to whisper a love story 
into his own ear ; the stout gentleman wtih the ingrown face and the per- 
sistent wink, threw up the sponge and gave himself up for lost. The steward 
had folded his arms in sign of resignation, and taken an all night stand 
close by the table. The man with the Bermuda tuft felt that he was mas- 
ter of the situation, as long as the drinks lasted anyway, so he resolve dto 
put in good time. Again clearing his throat and carefully wetting his lips 
(with vermouth) he opened up along these lines, as if he had an all night 


"My friends, before I begin this little incident, I want you all to under- 
stand that what I am about to say really happened." 

The speaker paused for reassurance. The individuals took their glasses 
from their faces long enough to give a nod which said, "You're right in any- 
thing you say, old fel — proceed." 

"Many years ago when I was a young man, I noticed that in my home 
town there was an awful racket being raised by the citizens, on account of 
the monopoly which a certain man had in the bakery business; his loaves 
were becoming smaller and smaller every day ; his prices, however, went up ; 
the service was poor, and his bank account grew to be enormous. The good 
people knew that his cash on hand was stacking up, because the town was 
small and contained no secrets. Well, to come to the point; I resolved to do 
a good turn to mankind by putting the trust out of business. When all 
was ready I ordered off after a baker from a night school of culinary art, 
and the gentleman, a big, brawny Swede, came by return mail. I called my 
house the 'Square Deal Bakery.' My imported dough-slinger made a big 
hit about the town with all the whiskey heads, as every one of his clan is 
likely to do, but his work was satisfactory so I did not find any room to 
kick. For three days I gave away bread and cakes as fast as they could 
come from the oven ; during which time, my competitor closed his shop, 
and went on a little fishing trip. It was a noble occupation, giving out the 
life-giving substance to hungry mouths, receiving in turn the profuse thanks 
of the multitude. On the fourth day after the opening, sales were to begin. 
I thought that my fortune would be made in a week. The evening before 
that great event, everything was in readiness, except the baker ; he never 
showed up that evening to mix the dough. I afterwards learned that the 
Trust knew the weakness of bread makers, and had turned that knowledge 
to his advantage and to my ruin by forcing a few quarts of hundred-proof 
down the Swede's open-all-night. 

"Well, at all events, I resolved to do the best I could by mixing my own 
dough. I didn't know anything about the job except that flour and water 
and yeast are some of the things that go in to make the mixture. I emptied 
about ten barrels of flour in the trough, covered it with water, and threw 
in all the yeast I could find, thinking that perhaps it would be enough. Then 
I put on the baker's clothes and wrestled with the mixture until it was pretty 
well all in a lump. It looked good. I took off my fighting clothes and 
sneaked out of the room to give the stuff a chance to rise. About two hours 
later I returned to the room of slaughter — and — " 

The speaker stopped short and looked around. The steward was rock- 
ing to and fro on his heels and toes in a mad effort to keep awake. The) 
honest poker player was sound asleep in his chair, the broad smile still 


clinging to his face, as the ivy clings to the fallen oak; evidently a dream of 
more vermouth. The group around the table were nodding in unison in the 
manner of daisies in a hailstorm. 

"Steward!" commanded the man with the Bermuda tuft, "fill 'em up 
again!" in a tone that said "I am going to finish this story if I have to drain 
the saloon to do it." 

Immediately every head straightened, all eyes were wide open; then 
thinking that the point of the story had been reached, the entire party burst 
into uproarious laughter, flinging out such expressions as, "That's pretty 
good ! — Well I declare ! — one on you !" and so on. 

"But," continued the man with the Bermuda tuft," my story is not yet 

"Oh sure, sure not!" they all agreed, "come on with the rest of it!" but 
whether they meant the drinks or the story, it is pretty hard to say. All 
obstacles being now vermouthed away the story-teller, swallowing his drink 
in one mighiy gulp, continued : 

"Ah, yes! I was saying I went away to let the dough rise; when I re- 
turned it had indeed risen and it was still going up. The pile of peaceful 
dough that I left in the trough but a short while ago had grown to enormous 
dimensions, almost filling the entire room, and was now behaving in a most 
queer manner. To me the whole thing looked like a nest of young ghosts. 
'Aromatic spirits of ammonia!' I exclaimed, slamming the door in fright. 
At once I called for the police force and the volunteer fire-fighters ; they all 
came quickly, because I explained that there was neither a fight nor a fire. 
I led the entire party to the bakery where we made an attack upon the door; 
it would not yield. The mixture had filled the room and was expanding every 
minute ; overhead we could hear the crackling of timbers ; the roof was going 
up. At last by battering and pushing, the door was forced ; but the result 
was amazing. Being confined for such a length of time seemed only to in- 
crease the anger and power of the mixture. No sooner was the door forced 
than the foaming substance hurled itself against us, knocked every man 
off his pins and sent us sprawling across the shop into the street. The chief 
of police was the only one who kept his wits about him. That worthy seemed 
to be in the habit of keeping trouble locked up, for he gained his feet at once 
and slammed the door." 

The man next to the speaker looked longingly at the few drops in his 
glass, with something like a mist in his eyes, for he knew this would be the 
last. Then heaving a sigh of mingled joy, anticipation and sorrow he sipped 
each drop and sneaked hurriedly from the room. 

"We decided to wait until the morning to settle the affair, and I went 
home but could not sleep, from thinking of my ruin. It was clearly a case 


of too much raw material on hand." 

Two victims dropped their heads upon the table. The honest poker player 
began to snore gently. The steward was nodding wearily. It looked like 
another story of the L,ocust and the Corn. 

"Well, gentlemen, when I started down town next morning to look 
after my locked up dough, I saw something which made me use a few of my 
reserve phrases. There was a large delivery wagon, new and brightly painted, 
drawn by two large horses, going from house to house leaving a neatly 
wrapped package at each front door. On the side of the wagon, I read the 
name of my competitor. Then it was that I saw my vision of wealth and 
fame vanish. There rose in me that feeling which one has when he fights 
for the right and loses. I realized what it meant to buck up against a trust. 
True, I had made the trust sit up and take notice but the feat had caused my 
ruin. The people might thank me but they would never think of coming to 
my aid with something more substantial than congratulations and regrets. 

"Down-cast and weary, for I was a broken man with nothing on hand 
but a houseful of raw dough, I proceeded to the shop." 

The man with the bad cigar slid from his chair like a cake of ice from a 
hot stove, and crawled from the room. 

'One block from the little building, I saw that my place of business was 
surrounded by a crowd of men, women and children. I thought that they 
had come to buy bread, and wondered what I would say to hold their con- 
fidence. This mental agony, however, was unnecessary, for the crowd had 
gathered simply to review the remains of my bakery. I saw that the roof 
had been forced from the building and had slipped off into the back lot, whilst 
the foaming dough was still streaming over the walls and covering the 
sidewalk and alley." 

Here the man with the face broke in with a feeble, "Ha! Ha! I see it 
all — you set the building on fire and cooked the dough in time to make de- 
liveries — that's rich ! Ha ! ha ! ha !" and he edged away to the door in the 
manner of a man trying to evade the confidences of his father-in-law. 

"No such good luck," continued the man with the Bermuda tuft, whilst 
the man with the soda-water complexion, with a sigh of the conquered, settled 
himself for the finish. 

"But I had to get rid of that dough in some manner ; when I put it in 
barrels, the barrels would emit puffs at first, like Mt. Etna in action, and then 
collapse like Russian bombs. My presence of mind came in at this juncture. 
I put it in wagons, but the stuff refused to stay on the bottom. Finally I saw 
my way out ; it was possible to get away with a little of the stuff at a time, 
provided the containing vessel was large enough. I hired all the teams and 
deep wagons in the town ; they would back up to the sidewalk, I would throw 


a handful of dough into them, and then the drivers would be off in a mad race 
for the creek. Sometimes when a horse was slow, the dough would rise up 
and knock the driver from his seat. 

"Well, by working hard all day, I finished the job. All along the road 
between the shop and the creek there were a few ascensions of poultry and 
hogs; when a chicken would swallow a particle of the substance that had 
fallen from the flying wagons, it would do a few contortions, let out an over- 
loud cackle, which by no means expressed the laying of an egg, then swell 
up and be tent in twain, its feathers scattered all over creation. Whenever 
a stray pig stuck his nose in the dough it would run back and forth grunting 
and squealing as if possessed by a fiend, rise into the air and suddenly burst 
like a ten-cent balloon when it hits the ceiling; truly a case of pork going up. 
I think I paid for all the pigs and chickens that will be raised in that part 
of the country for the next ten years. But hardly had this calamity passed, 
when I was charged with dynamiting the creek. People gathered along the 
banks to watch the fun ; every now and then a fish would dart out of the 
water, make a noise like a fire-cracker in a snowstorm and I'd wager you'd 
find parts of him on both sides of the stream. Other members of the finny 
tribe would pop out of the water, like corks out of champagne bottles at 
Delmonico's after twelve. Everybody partook of the joke except myself; I 
groaned in my despair, I could do no more." 

The long-winded speaker paused for applause, but none was forth- 
coming; the two individuals whose heads rested on the table, were wrapped 
in sweet slumber, and the snores still came from the direction of the honest 
poker player; the steward's head hung on his breast. The man with the 
Bermuda tuft surveyed the company in disgust, then letting out a healthy 
explosive from between his clenched teeth, he hit his fist heavily on the table 
and stalked from the room. This noise awoke the steward who gave a 
sigh of relief; he tip-toed over to the side of the honest poker player, gently 
shook his arm, and whispered, "Would you prefer to sleep here, sir, or in 
your cabin, sir? It's lights out time, sir." 


A ditto's %>txtnfxt? 


A pall of gloomy grey hung along the wintry sky and the snow drifted 
high in the sharp wind which sung a mournful song through the trees. No 
star peeped through the clouds, no moon was visible and the cold, frosty 
wind of Christmas Eve assailed the passers-by. But Virginia did not worry 
about the cold ; she knew that to-night Santa Claus would come down the 
Chimney and bring her all sorts of toys and candies. Virginia's home, a neat 
cottage, painted white, seemed to be a snow house with diamond windows, 
through which could be seen a huge fire and on the floor before it sat Vir- 
ginia, petting a pretty white cat, which lay purring in her lap. A little back 
from the fire sat the child's mother looking lovingly at the two on the rug. 
Virginia's blue eyes sparkled with delight as she imagined all sorts of pres- 
ents to be received on the morrow, and of the pleasant surprises she had for 
her father and mother. Her golden locks reflected the glittering fire. Sud- 
denly the door opens and in steps Virginia's father. In a moment she is in 
his arms. She leads him to a comfortable chair and nestles comfortably on 
his lap. His wife is sitting on the edge of the chair with her arm around his 
neck. What a picture the three make ! What man is poor with such treas- 
ures ! After her father had read the well-known rhyme "Twas the night be- 
fore Christmas," Virginia wrote a letter to Santa Claus asking him for all 
kinds of impossible things for the morrow. After this had been carefully sent 
up the chimney, the blue-eyed and golden-haired girl turned to her mother 
saying: "Mother, please, may I go to five o'clock Mass to-morrow?" Now, 
her mother, although a good and kind lady, was what we call an indifferent 
Catholic. Her indifference was a source of continual worry to Virginia, 
who prayed daily for her. The permission was refused. Thereupon Vir- 
ginia turned to her father and he gladly consented, for he recognized the true 
angelic nature in the child. With happiness in her heart, Virginia knelt at 
her father's feet and said her prayers. Then kissing father and mother, she 
went to bed with aheart that knew but one sorrow, which was the indifference 
of her mother. Christmas came and with it snow. It was still dark when 
Virginia was awakened by the melodious chime of the church bell, breaking 
the still silence of the chill morning. In the east gray lines, the heralds of 
day, fretted the clouds, as Virginia walked hurriedly to the church. Here, 
owing to the snow, there were but few flowers, yet the church was artistically 
decorated with cedar. Over in one corner, in a cave half hidden by drooping 
cedars was the crib. There on the straw lay the Infant surrounded by His 


mother and foster-father, together with some shepherds. Above it hung a 
cloud, half hiding in its mist some beautiful angels. After Mass Virginia 
knelt at the crib and prayed long and fervently in her childish simplicity for 
her mother. The little church was empty as she rose to go. On opening the 
door she beheld a sight which surprised her; a blinding snowstorm was rag- 
ing and the biting wind drove the flakes into her face. Through this the child 
struggled and reached home. But alas ! the exposure was too much for her 
and she contracted a lingering illness. As death slowly but surely ap- 
proached, the winter brightened into spring. At last the end came. Outside 
the birds were singing their joyful matins and the flowers seemed to be 
creeping forth at the sound of such sweet music. Inside all was dreary 
and mournful. On the bed lay the thin, wasted form of the noble child, while 
on either side knelt the sorrowing father and mother. The child turned to 
her mother and with a trembling voice told her of her prayers and begged 
her to go back to the fold and pray for her little Virginia. 

She calmly met death with the names of Jesus, Mary and Joseph on her 
lips. At last the mother recognized God's chastisement and returned to the 

Bright and early on Easter morn the couple after Mass and Holy Com- 
munion, wended their way to the cemetery and with careful tenderness put 
flowers on a small grave over which stood an angel and on the slab was 
written : 

"Whose prayers for her mother were heard." 

Ijta Hast If fljtt 

J. P. NEWSHAM, JR., '12. 

It was a wild night. The Eirth of Forth was lashed to fury by the storm- 
demons of the air. Gigantic swells from the mighty Atlantic, rushing up the 
Irish Sea, swept relentlessly the rugged shores of Scotland. A ragged lee 
shore loomed ominously white where the breakers showed their teeth, laugh- 
ing aloud as they chanted in devilish glee : "One ship more !" It was a 
night to sit securely by the glowing hearth-stone with a prayer on one's lip, 
as the moanr'ng blast rushed by. for those at the mercy of the deep. 

On this night, some two score years ago, the gallant ship "Victoria" 
fought her way up the Irish Sea. Contrary winds had put her far off her 
course ; her mainmast had gone by the board, and she was slowly but surely 
drifting towards the rocks. Captain Walt, lashed to the mizzenmast gazed 


anxiously out across the wild expanse of waters and breathed a prayer to the 
Almighty to watch over the helpless crowd in the cabin below. 

His prayer was interrupted by a voice calmly questioning him : "Do you 
think we will make port safely?" 

The captain shrugged his shoulders and gravely replied: "That's in the 
hands of God, sir." 

A cynical smile crept over the stranger's face. His was a striking face, 
one that impelled a second glance, not likely to prove favorable. A noble 
brow bespoke a high intelligence, once the noblest work of God's creation, 
but now wasted away in the old, old story of dissipation. 

While the smile still lingered on his lips, he spoke in a deep, resonant 
voice : "God ! Why, man, He's only a myth !" 

There was something so awful in this man's denial of the divinity in the 
very presence of death, that the honest captain was taken aback, and for some 
time remained in shocked silence. Then, with homely philosophy he tried to 
bring back the lost sheep. 

He spoke in glowing terms of the Messiah become man to atone for our 
sins. He traced His life from the days at Nazareth to the hours of anguish 
in the garden of Gethsemane. "The cross that rose on the hill of Calvary," 
he concluded, "bore the sacred form of the Saviour, crucified to save you, and 
me, and the whole human race, and yet you deny Him." 

For an instant the hard lines softened about the listener's mouth, and 
then, as falls the sombre night, the curtain of unbelief was drawn once more. 

"To the devil with your fine doctrines! Do you think that I will listen 
to such Sunday school cant? Do you think that I am a child to hearken to 
such nonsense? Here in the very presence of Death I defy your God. Let 
Him do His worst." 

As if in answer to his defiance there was a sickening grinding shock. 
A cry of despair rose from the crowded cabin. "Oh God ! we've struck the 
rocks !" 

And now Captain Walt seemed everywhere at once. His commands rose 
clear above the war of the waves : "Don't crowd the boats, boys ! Let the 
women go first ! We still have a fighting chance !" Even as he spoke, though, 
he knew full well what little hope there was for an open boat on that wind- 
lashed sea, fully three-quarters of a mile from the mainland. 

At length the last boat was launched, and only Captain Walt and the 
atheist remained on board. 

"Why didn't you leave in one of the boats !" exclaimed the captain. 

"I had meant to go in the last boat," replied the atheist simply, "and, in 
fact, was already on board when a poor, frail woman with a wee little babe 
in her arms, looked at me so pathetically that I gave her my seat. You see I 


have a hearc even if I don't believe in God, and at that sight the memory of 
my own dead wife and child came back to me so vividly that I would have 
been a brute indeed to refuse the mute appeal in her eyes." 

A tear glistened in the houest captain's eye as he extended his horny 
hand to th* stranger. "By George!'' that was a noble act, one for which you 
deserve conversion even at this, the eleventh hour of your life. For mate, 
you and I shall not see the sun rise to-morrow. See how the breakers sweep 
our decks. It would be suicide to try to swim in a sea like that." 

"I am ready to die", was the quiet answer. And to Captain Walt there 
was something sublime in his utter disregard of death, though for him there 
was no hereafter. 

As the words still lingered on his lips, faintly, as from a great distance, 
came the sound of singing across the waters. One of the boats was founder- 
ing, and those on board, putting their last trust in the Almighty, were raising 
a simple hymn to His throne. 

More distinctly the chorus swelled : 
"Look ever to Jesus, 
He'll carry you through." 

Slowly a new light crept over the atheist's face. He was a boy once 
more, amid the green fields and dusty lanes of an English country shire. No 
cloud, no stain of sin as yet obscured his life. Happy, care free, innocent, 
with no dark presage of the future. Oh ! those boyhood days of long ago. 
How the heart beats at their recollection. 'Tis naught but a memory, but it 
has all the bitterness, all the sweetness of long buried hopes. 

And now, a woman's voice, the same the atheist had saved, came floating 
across that waste of mad waters, in full, rich contralto : 
"Mother, dear, oh pray for me, 
Whilst far from heaven and thee, 
I wander in a fragile bark, 
O'er life's tempestuous sea." 

She sank with the hymn on her lips, and the babe in her arms. But she 
had not died in vain. The words that his own mother had rocked him to 
sleep with had overcome the sinner and Donald Ross, atheist, unbeliever, 
and man of the world, was converted. 

"Oh God!" he breathed, "Thou art my last hope — my last hope." , 

And then the waves swept over the decks, and carried him into the 

QrtQ ^* "J" "J* T* 'K -V- 

The next morning some fishermen picked up two horribly mangled, dis- 
figured, and bloated bodies on the rocks, near the beach. On their faces shone 
so peaceful an expression, even through the filth and slime, that the fisher- 
men breathed a prayer to God that they, too, might die as happy a death. 





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john t. becker, '12, editor-in-chief 

associa te editors 

lawrence a. andrepont, '12 m. humbert diaz, '12 

holl1day j. d'aquin,' 12 ..:.... joseph p. newsham, '12 

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J. Francis Gillespie, '15 


(EljriBtwa IfapjitoBB 

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men of good will." 
Such was the burden of the angelic song that floated down from the cold, 
star-lit sky and fell upon the wondering ears of that little band of shep- 
herds as they watched their flocks by night in the fields near Bethlehem, 
and the echo of that song rings clear and true at Christmas in the heart 
of hearts of every devout Christian in the world. 

Glory to God and peace to men ! This is the dominant note that must 
reign supreme in the harmony of our lives if we would attune our hearts with 
the glorious chords of that sublime hymn of joy that was chanted by the 
choir of angels nineteen hundred years ago at Bethlehem. 

Peace and good will are the thoughts that hold universal sway at Christ- 
mas time. We greet one another with the wish : "A merry Christmas," or 
"A happy Christmas !" There is no time of all the year when we really seem 
and act like true Christians and brethren as on Christmas Day; when we seem 
to obey to the letter the command given by the Master to His followers as 
His last will and testament: "Little children, love one another as I have 
loved you." 

But we must not rest satisfied with the mere wishing of a happy Christ- 
mas. That would be to do very little indeed, for there is nothing easier than 
to throw out in an off-hand way the words : "A happy Christmas," while in 
the bottom of our hearts we do not care the least bit in the world whether 
our neighbor is happy or unhappy on Christmas Day. Men who might al- 


must see to it that everyone over whom we have the least control or on whom 
to enter into the true spirit of Christmas-tide, if we desire to measure up with 
the standards set up for our imitation in the cave at Bethlehem, we must 
go a little further than wishes, we must turn our wishes into deeds, we 
must see to it that everyone over whom we have the least control or on whom 
we have the least control or on whom we can exert the slightest influence, 
enjoys all the happiness of this holy season. 

No man can dispense himself from the duty of diffusing happiness by 
the reflection that if his neighbor chooses to be cross and glum, so much the 
worse for his neighbor. This is very wrong. It is wonderful how much we 
are dependent on one another for our happiness, and how sometimes we can 
make others happy almost in spite of themselves. Happiness, like charity, 
begins at home, but, like charity, too, it must not stay there for ever, lest it 
fade away and die for want of fresh air and exercise. 

If each one looks to it that he himself is truly happy on Christmas Day, 
if each one brings it about that he enjoys that peace of mind that comes to 
us from knowing that we are doing what is right, or striving at the top 
bent of our will to do what is right, then it will follow without fail that it will 
be a really happy Christmas all around. For there is no fire more catching 
than happiness, no flame that spreads so rapidly and shines so brightly in this 
darksome world. 

AttfltnaUma (Kitaioma— an& ©n? m farttntlar 

It is truly surprising how many customs creep in almost imperceptibly, 
take their place quietly, yet firmly, and finally acquire all the force of estab- 
lished laws. Few if any inquire into the origin of such customs, fewer still 
ask why they have taken this or that form, and yet, nearly every one is 
prejudiced in their favor; so much so, indeed, that if, peradventure, any luck- 
less wight raise his voice in protest against the prevailing fad or fashion, he 
is looked at askance as one imbued with revolutionary tendencies or some 
less complimentary ailment. The Prince of Wales arrives late at the opera, 
his vest accidentally unbuttoned at the top, forthwith the startling news is 
flashed across the sea, the smart set take it up and lo! we have a fad from 
whose imperial dicates no' man of fashion dare depart by even a hair's 
breadth. Such, to be a little more up-to-date, are the absurd merry-widow 
hats which grace (?) the fair sex; or the equally ridiculous, if not so glaring, 
peg-top pants of the would-be sport. 

All this is, of course, trite and commonplace enough ; but it will serve 
as a good major premise to which we will subjoin the minor; but there is one 
absurd custom prevailing in our Southland to which we desire to call par- 


ticular attention, viz., the fashion of opening the foot ball season in early 
October and closing the same on Thanksgiving Day. 

Doubtless the reason, or rather cause, for this lies in the fact that the 
foot ball season in the northern states is embraced within these limits. Now, 
in the universities and colleges beyond Mason and Dixon's line this is per- 
fectly reasonable, and as it should be; for within these dates the weather is 
most propitious for foot ball, being neither too warm nor too cold. Later 
than this, however, they cannot well continue the sport as the ground is 
either frozen or covered with snow. 

But in Dixie the conditions are altogether different. If we want to have 
our squads in prime condition for the opening game we must start strenuous 
practice not later than the middle of September. Now, any one at all con- 
versant with thermometrical ascents and descents in the South, knows that 
practice on the gridiron at this time of the year is, in plain English, beastly 
work. Fifteen minutes of practice in such weather as then prevails puts a 
team in a perfect muck of grime and sweat and thoroughly exhausts both 
wind and energy. And even when the day for the opening game arrives not 
infrequently the sun's torrid rays fairly broil the grim warriors of the rival 

And yet these are the conditions under which our greatest college sport 
has been played time out of mind in the South. We do not wish to charac- 
terize the custom as a species of toadyism, for it has, as we are persuaded, un- 
consciously grown upon us. Still it is sufficiently humiliating for us to real- 
ize that we are sacrificing both reason and convenience to a mere exotic — fine 
where it belongs, but altogether unfit for us. 

The remedy for this anomalous state of affairs is so obvious that we 
scarcely think it necessary to mention it. For what could be easier, and 
more agreeable to devotees of foot ball, whether players or spectators, than 
for the various Southern colleges and universities to come together and 
establish a foot ball season in foot ball weather — say from the middle of No- 
vember to Christmas or even a little later. 

Such an arrangement would give our own Southern institutions the 
fullest benefits of the game (and, after all, the vast majority of games played 
by Southern elevens are between rival Southern teams) ; and would at the 
same time, give to those institutions whose schedules include games with 
our Northern neighbors ample opportunity to meet their opponents towards 
the end of the latter's season. 

Those who know us best will hardly charge us with any "hands-across- 
the-sea" sentimentality; but in the matter in hand we submit that our "En- 
glish cousins" can give us some pointers. Their rugby season opens in the 
early days of December and runs on till April. Of course this would be too 



late for us, as it would interfere with spring baseball practice ; but a "via media 
et aurea" which would satisfy all could surely be struck. 

With this our immediate end is accomplished. We have started the 
ball rolling and trust that a sufficiently large squad will follow it up to brush 
aside all interference and go for a touchdown. 


College £fatea 


Some wonderful things have been piling up on the records during the 
past few months ; in fact, some of these events are so wonderful that the 
fear of drawing down upon our heads a shower of "I-don't-believe-yous" 
makes us hesitate to register them. 

Could you ever imagine Maxon Field adorned with a grand stand, band 
stand and rooters' box, the first full of excited spectators, the second graced 
by the presence of Spring Hill Band and the third trembling under the 
weight of Prevost's battle shouters? Well this is no dream. Thanks to the 
good management and untiring efforts of our prefect all these things have 
come to pass, and Old Spring Hill marks down the beginning of a new era 
in athletics that bids fair to make our Varsity of future years a term to be 
known and reckoned with in Southern sporting circles. 

The next phenomenon does not sound well by itself, so we shall mix it 
in with something else ; on a certain day in November the mercury fell 
twenty-three degrees in fifteen minutes, and during the same month our 
old enemies, Marion and Southern, came down and grabbed a couple of our 
scalps and went away rejoicing. These things seem too extraordinary and 
lamentable to be talked about above a whisper, but we must do our duty when 
we see it, and we cannot see it until it is in print ; after all, "facts is facts," 
so here goes. 

>)c * * * * * 

In the Marion game we were due a drubbing, for the up-state aggregation 
out-weighed us ten pounds, and several of their squad were old-time stars with 
a little speed attached. Strange to say, however, when the whistle blew for 
play, and the folks along the side-lines saw a couple of crashes, betting was 
about even. Our boys had them beaten when it came to fighting, but this 
could not out-balance the surplus beef of the others ; two of their fleet-footed 
heroes slipped by and won the game for Marion. In the meanwhile our vet- 
eran end, Needham, crossed their chalk-line. Twelve to six is not a bad score, 
under the circumstances. 

The Rooters Club is about the best organized body we have had for 
some years; they keep up a lively noise during the whole of every-game, and 
then almost raise the roof off of the mess hall at supper. 

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but they did, and it was a bitter one. Our boys were too confident; they 
slept through three quarters, and did not seem to know they were in a 
game until the tally showed twelve to nothing against them. Then the good 
old fight came back ; the whole team braced and scored a couple of touch- 
downs in quick order; but the pep came too late. Time was called and the 
final markings showed twelve to eleven against Spring Hill. Plainly a case 
of self-defeat. 

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We met the Soldier Boys from Fort Morgan on Thanksgiving day, and 
they also took one from us by a close shave. 

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All of these defeats could be attributed to hard-luck, but what's the 
use? The Varsity in every game did honor to our Coach and College; each 
score was close and no team had the pleasure of "mopping up" with S. H. C. 
Maxon's men are taught to sustain honorable defeat without a murmur. 

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The College Band has been most loyal to their promise of furnishing 
good music at all games. They were right there on the stand, and let out 
the latest popular music, which brought applause from the side-lines. 

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The Mobile County Fair Track Meet, held at Monroe Park Nov. 25th 
proved to be a dual affair between the local Y. M. C .A. and Spring Hill. Our 
track team, composed of Ducote, Orsi, Joe Cassidy, Adoue, Prevost (Capt.), 
Andrepont, Siguere, Nixon, Martin, Eastin, Simon, Munoz, Holland, Hen- 
derson, Dowe, LaAvless and Brand, made every event look interesting, but 
the old heads of the Y. M. C. A. were too strong for us ; they easily won the 
meet. The entire student body, in chartered cars, accompanied the team 
to the park. After the meet the boys took possession of the show grounds, 
and livened things up to such an extent that the Fair for a moment took 

on the aspect of a small slice of Coney Island. 


Mr. L. A. Pottinger of Chicago, our new athletic director, took up his 
duties at the College early in November. Mr. Pottinger came to us well 
recommended, and has already proved that he was not over-rated ; he is 
well versed in all indoor and out-door sports and exercises, and while he 
demands strict discipline at his instructions, still he introduces many novel 
features, which keep the boys interested and help them to make the task of 
building up physical strength a pleasant pastime rather than a mere tire- 
some exercise. It is compulsory for every student to attend these instruc- 
tions. So far, however, no force has been needed to drag a quitter to tbs 


gym for a lesson. All the heavy-weights are in to reduce, the slim brothers 
are in to take on, and everybody between goes in to keep from becoming 
long or thick ; so all are happy and the good work continues. 

The good spirit of the boys on all occasions but especially after games, 
lost or won, is worthy of admiration. They are loyal and feel the sting of 
defeat as keenly as the most sensitive, but not once did they try to hide their 
grief behind a volley of "ifs" and "buts." It is an honor for Spring Hill to 
have such a student body, because ability to make the best of every mis- 
fortune and to know how to take a victory are the two great features that are 

the makings of the true American citizen. 


The A. B. Class Banquet v/as served at Schimpf's Cafe on Saturday, 
December 2nd. The B. S. Class celebrated at the same Cafe Saturday, De- 
cember 9th. 


The Athletic Association feels deeply indebted to Father de la 
Moriniere for his lecture on Macbeth delivered at the Battle House Audi- 
torium on November 29. The Varsity and scrubs had the very great pleasure 
of being among the large audience, while the orchestra furnished appropriate 



Maxon Night December 21 ! You know what that means. 

On all occasions, Jointless Chase with his little derby on his bean, 
will do stunts for the boys in the gym or elsewhere. His specialties are: 
Showing the Germans How We Live; Teaching Bob Trig; How to Spend 
Money for Smoking Material, and several others, too numerous to mention. 

Mr. Hair, the Human Needle, with the big voice, eats macaroni in seven 
different languages, and also leads the Rooters Club ; he is the author of 
"Laugh and Grow Fat" — Zipp ! He's In. Dixie Mules, The Guy What Can 
Do It, sings soloes in the choir to the astonishment of everyone, plays foot 
ball on rare occasions, and has many little movements all his own ; he com- 
posed that touching little ballad — "Dem Was De Days." 

To this clan also belong the two twenty-six inch giants — Political Bill 
and Congo Kid. Last but not least come Lulu and Alex, the originators of 
the Turkey Trot. 



We take the following from the Picayune of November 1 : 

"When Southern Knighthood was in Flower, Fifty Years Ago" was the 
theme of Rev. Father E. C. De La Moriniere, S. J., in a lecture in the audi- 
torium of Marquette Hall, Loyola University, last night, and while the dis- 
tinguished Jesuit orator is known as one of the ablest lecturers of the South, 
and is a man whose fame on platform and in pulpit is nation-wide, the large 
and cultured audience was forced to marvel at his splendid power, and sit as 
though spellbound under the magic of his words and his force of expres- 

The Civil War is no new subject, but Father De La Moriniere gave it 
such a touch of deep human feeling, constructed the character of the hero 
in gray with such a master hand; showed the splendor, the grandeur, the 
majesty of Lee's personality; the indomitable strength and military genius of 
Jackson, and described with such burning eloquence the Southern woman of 
the dark period, that the whole theme was as though it had come fresh and 
untold from the pages of some never-before-opened book. 

Father De La Moriniere is a speaker who exerts a peculiar power over 
his auditors. He takes them with his strong magnetism and holds them by 
the clear tones of a wonderful voice — a voice that is soft and soothing, with 
the touch ot a silvery bell to it one minute, and the next may rise and roll 
in a thunderous burst of stupendous eloquence. He is famous as a Shakes- 
pearean scholar and lecturer, his presentations of the great poet's characters 
being considered altogether faultless, and in the lecture on the Southern 
soldier last night he showed that he possessed a versatility, far-reaching in 
its scope. 

Father De La Moriniere said the story he was to tell was an oft-told 
tale, an especially welcome tale in Dixie. "It is the story of our own," he 
cried, "of our Southern glories, of Southland constancy, the chronicle of South- 
ern valor, deemed the highest even by the enemy." 

He mentioned that it was timely now to commemorate the greatest event 
in the history of the country, as from 1861 to 1911 marked just fifty years. 
"Loyola celebrated that half-century to-night," he remarked. 

Father De La Moriniere went on that he did not intend to stir from 
their slumber the embers of the old fire and fan them into a spirit of retalia- 
tion and revenge. "We of the South, keep alive no enmity," he said. "We 
have no feud, and forgetting the bitterness of defeat we have come back into 
the Union our forbears helped to build. We have forgotten the four years of 
dark night, and we stand with our brothers of the North. We face the same 
dangers, share the same hardships and enjoy the same liberties." 


In this connection the speaker referred to the patriotism the South had 
shown during the Spanish-American war and described Fitzhugh Lee and 
Joe Wheeler riding at the head of the Federal lines. But for all the filial love 
the South now has for the Union, from Southern hearts and Southern minds 
can never be erased the memory of the Southern blood shed in the Civil War. 
The memory of the heroes will live forever. 

"No gallanter knight ever went forth to battle than the soldier of the 
South who went out in 1861," Father De La Moriniere said. "So resistless 
was the charge that Irish valor, Teutonic courage— for the Northern armies 
were recruited from all nations — went down before the assault of the men 
who were struggling for liberty. The whole South responded nobly to the 
call, and Southern women rose up like the maids of Saragossa and the 
mothers of Sparta. 

"If they were wrong," and the speaker's voice was mellow and earnest, 
"I tell you the Declaration of Independence was an unredeemable mistake; 
that the Liberty bell sounded only a death knell ; that Washington was a 
traitor and Benedict Arnold a canonized patriot." 

Father De La Moriniere continued that deep down in humanity is the 
sentiment of patriotism, the love of country, a love as gentle as a mother's 
for her babe, a love as strong as the pillars of death. It seeks only the 
country's triumph, and is a talisman in that law that makes all the world 
kin. The speaker referred to Wolsey's patriotism, even when he had fallen 
from greatness, and recited Shakespeare's immortal lines, Wolsey's advice to 
Cromwell. He recited Shelly's lullaby, sung by a Grecian mother to her 
babe, which also has to do with patriotism, and said that Oliver Wendell 
Holmes, in one of his poems, had branded as idle the victory without pat- 
riotism. The pagan's error of making deities out of heroes was only an excess 
of patriotism. Next to God is country, the speaker maintained, and next to 
religion is patriotism. First on the list of those honored in heaven and 
earth are the martyrs, and next to those who fell for God are those who fell 
for country. A country which ceases to produce heroes is like a religion 
which ceases to produce martyrs. In the language of the poet priest — Father 
Ryan — the South found herself a very nursery of heroes. She had a work to 
do, and although fifty years have passed, since the war, the world has yet 
hardly realized the fullness of its great issues. God alone keeps full record 
of the unparalleled deeds of Southern knighthood fifty years ago. 

Father De La Moriniere said that the young men who were listening to 
him then are sons and descendants of the noblest heroes who ever went forth 
to battle — they were men whose hearts never fluttered, whose spirit never 
quailed, men without parallel in the annals of any land. They were greater 
in defeat, a million times greater than they might have been in victory — 


they taught a conquering foe that a field could never be lost while the word 
honor has d place in the lexicon of human speech. 

Father De La Moriniere described the character of General Lee with all 
the eloquent fervor of one who saw in the Confederate leader a man among 
men, one touched with all the finer and nobler attributes that the race can 
possess. Lee was every inch a soldier ; he was never outgeneralled, and his 
courage was sublime, said the lecturer. He was a foe without hate, a friend 
without treachery, a soldier without cruelty. He was a man whose example 
was worth more to the world than the example of a thousand Caesars; he 
was a man whom God gave to the South, and the South gave to the Con- 
federacy. He was the true Christian knight, whose white plume never went 
down; one of the greatest captains history has produced. He was a man 
whose memory is graven in all Southern hearts. "No higher type of true 
knight has the chivalry of any country produced." 

Father De La Moriniere gave a short history of Lee, and described his 
feelings when a lieutenant colonel in the United States and his state (Vir- 
ginia) had seceded. The speaker recited the immortal poem of Father Ryan. 
"The Sword of Lee," and told of the friendship of Father Hubert, the 
patriot priest, for the great general. Father De La Moriniere faithfully 
sketched Stonewall Jackson and other heroes, and in conclusion dwelt on the 
influence of the Southern woman in the war. 

Anent this lecture the following interesting communication has been 
received : 

Headquarters Association Army of Tennessee, La. Div. 

At the meeting of the Association held on the 14th of November, 1911, 
the following was read by the President, Dr. Y. R. LeMonnier, on the lecture 
of Rev. Father E. C. De La Moriniere, on the Southern Confederacy, en- 

When Southern Knighthood was in Flower Fifty Years Ago. 

Comrades! On the first inst, All Saints' Day, some of us had the 
pleasure to listen to the lecture of that silver tongued orator, the Rev. Father 
E. C. De La Moriniere, S. J., at the Loyola College, opposite Audubon Park, 
on the subject of "When Southern Knighthood was in Flower Fifty Years 
Ago," or The Southern Confederacy. 

The veterans occupied seats on the platform. The good fathers had 
sent a tallyho for such of our crippled comrades of the Soldiers' Home who 
desired to be present. Their kindness is highly appreciated. 

It was a grand lecture and such of us who heard it will never forget it. 
His ringing words as he spoke of the divine conduct of our women, the 
sublimity of Lee, the great achievements of our leaders, the magnificent 


patriotism of the South, the sacredness of our cause, have left a soft tingle in 
my ear never to disappear. 

All Saints' Day! could there be a more appropriate day on which to 
talk of our comrades who, on the fields of battle, offered their lives for all 
that is dearest to men, to Christians on earth, to eulogize our mothers who, 
in silence, suffered such terrible agonies for that only child in the front 
line of battle, or that mother who of eight sons in the army, lived to see 
none of them return. Oh ! the Niobes of the Confederacy ! Their only relief 
after such terrible blows, is their faith in religion which teaches of that here- 
after, of God's august presence in every place and his clemency at all times, 
of death the relief of worldly sufferings followed, "credo quia absurdum," by 
a union of eternal happiness and bliss. Ah ! the Rev. Father was right when 
he said, "Without religion there is no patriotism." 

In choosing All Saints' Day for his address Father De La Moriniere 
showed tact and judgment on this commemorative occasion. Too young to 
have been with us in the army, the spirit of the old war horse is in him which, 
in these days of profound peace, is shown by his respect for that sacred 
past. "A land without ruins is a land without memories — a land without 
memories is a land without history." How true these beautiful words of 
our departed comrade, Father Ryan, the poet priest of the Confederacy. 

When all powerful Rome became so effeminate as to forget what she 
owed to the defenders of the country, her decadence commenced, soon 
followed by her disintegration until, to-day, there is left of her nothing but the 
memory of the past. The South, per contra, finds herself, to-day, half a 
century after our terrible struggle, stronger and more resplendent than 
ever and will so continue as long as its heroic women and the devout De La 
Morinieres live to eulogize her past. I imagine myself, a hundred years 
hence, peeping over the golden walls of a better world, contemplating our 
people going to the cemeteries, on memorial days, eulogizing the dead heroes 
of the country and depositing flowers on their graves in commemoration of 
their noble deeds, keeping up thereby that saintly habit inaugurated by the 
patriotic Mrs. Williams of Columbus, Georgia. As long as the South will 
thus continue she will progress and command the respect of the world. 

Father De La Moriniere could not have chosen a more propitious time 
for his lecture than to-day, when we, the Association of the Army of Ten- 
nessee, are struggling, through our actions and our writings, to counteract 
the mendacious writings of Northern so-called historians, on the War be- 
tween the States. All honor then to the gentleman who has endeared him- 
self to all Confederates, in whose hearts will ever be found a soft place for 
the eulogist of our cause. 


Therefore, be it resolved, that the Association of the Army of Tennessee, 
La. Div., appreciates highly the lecture of the Rev. Father De La Moriniere 
on the Confederacy, delivered at Loyola College, on November 1. 1911, and 
while returning thanks hopes this will not be his last address on the sub- 

Y. R. LeMONNlER, M. D., President. 

Resolution carried unanimously. 

Junior Class Exhibition. 

Subject — The Oratory of Edmund Burke. 
October 31, 1911. 

Burke ?s an Orator F. Tarleton 

Characteristics of Burke W. Slattery 

Burke on Conciliation with America D. Braud 

The Vision of America J. Druhan 

Tout Paris— Valse Valdtenfel 

College Orchestra 

Silver Bells Air. by A. J. Staub 

College Orchestra 

Daisy Violet Mackie-Beyer 

Second Division Band 

Myrella Beriuaux 

First Division Band 
Piano Accompaniments 

Tout Paris F. Prohaska 

Silver Bells W. Barker, R. Touart 

"Nitor in Adversum." 
J. DRUHAN, President 
P. BECKER, Vice-President 
D. BRAUD, Secretary 

Sophomore Exhibition, St. John Chrysostom, November 29, 1911. 

A Sketch T. Yeend Potter 

Greek Declamation Richard J. Ducote 

Chrysostom and Eutropius M. Joseph Cassidy 


Translation into Latin D. Richard Needham 

The Homily R. Howard Sheridan 

English Recitation R. Le Doux Provosty 


Overture — Martha Floton 

College Orchestra 

Intermezzo from Seckinger's Trumpeter Nessler 

College Orchestra 

Waltz — In a Rose Garden Mackie-Beyer 

Second Division Band 

La Sorella Gallini 

First Division Band 
R. HOWARD SHERIDAN, Vice-President 
"Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas." 

A Sea of Troubles (a farce) 
Presented by The Portier Literary Society, College Hall, December 4th, 1911. 

Silver Bells Weyts 

College Orchestra 

Morgenlied „_ Henschel 

Mr. H. A. Donlan, S. J. 

Godolphus Gout (An invalid worthy of his name) Lawrence A. Andrepont 

Hiram Orcutt (An inventive Yankee) George L. Mayer 

What's-His-Name Thingamy (a man of memory and of names) 

Charles J. Holland 

Bryon Bobolink (a Sighing Poet) Holliday J. d'Aquin 

Mike McShane (Not a German) John J. Druhan 

Stammering Steve (Professor of Elocution at the School for Scandal) 

John T. Becker 

Robertus Mount (Gout's Nephew) Pierre J. Becker 

Sam Washington (He am dere) Maurice R. Woulfe 

Max H. Diaz (In an Original Act) Fun in Jungle Town 

Opening Chorus Robin Hood, Act II 

Glee Club 

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Spring Hill 19 — Loyola 0. 

Coach Maxon's Spring Hill eleven opened the football season in Mobile 
yesterday afternoon when they trounced the Loyola College squad from New 
Orleans by a score of 19 to before a large crowd. It was a game which 
brought into play the characteristic features of Coach Maxon's tactics, em- 
ployed by the Spring Hill eleven ; their speedy broken-field running, their 
terrific line smashes and their hard, clean tackling. The Loyola ends were 
almost powerless in the face of such interference as the Spring Hill scoring 
machine exhibited. Time after time they drove forward to intercept the 
S. H. C. backs, only to be met by what seemed to be a moving wall of men. 
Several times only the quarterback of Loyola, grimly crouched on his lowly 
position by burling himself at the onrushing player, prevented an easy touch- 
down. At no time was the collegians' goal in danger. The game was an 
excellent one from start to finish and every yard was hotly contested for by 
both squads The interference of the visitors was at times very efficient. 
The bright particular stars for Spring Hill were Andrepont, Ducote, Cassidy, 
Druhan and Needham. 

The Game in Detail. 

First quarter: Loyola kicked to S. H. C. on the 25-yard line and Barker 
advanced within ten yards. Eastin on a buck through centre gained five yards. 

Ducote gained four yards on a tackle-over-tackle, but failed to make the 
required yards and the ball went over. Hinderman on a buck through centre 
gained five yards. White failed on a buck through the same place. Vaccaro 
fumbled an attempted forward pass and Spring Hill got the ball. Eastin on a 
buck through centre gained ten yards. Andrepont fumbled the ball and it 
goes to Loyola. Vaccaro on a buck through centre gained two yards. Hin- 
derman gained one yard on another buck, but failed to make the required 
distance and the ball went to Spring Hill. Needham failed to gain on an 
end run. The Loyola line held and Cassidy was forced to kick. D'Aquin 
got the ball on Loyola's 10-yard line. A fumble on an attempted forward 
pass resulted in the ball being brought back seven yards. Cassidy punts to 
Loyola's 20-yard line. Loyola kicked and Barker brought the ball up ten 
yards. Spring Hill fumbled a forward pass and the ball was returned five 
yards. Cassidy forced to kick, punted to Loyola's 20-yard line. Needham 
recovered the ball, but failed to gain. Ducote, in a tackle-over-tackle, gained 
five yards. Cassidy gained ten yards by a buck through centre. Eastin 
bucked for two yards. A fumble on a forward pass resulted in the ball being 
brought back. Cassidy kicked an on-side kick which carried it out of bounds 
and the ball was recovered by Loyola. 


The First Score. 

On a block kick Franklin ran ten yards for a touchdown. Cassidy kicked 
goal. Loyola kicked S. H. C, Eastin received on 35-yard line and advanced 
ball ten yards. Barker makes a centre buck and gained five yards. 

Second quarter: Spring Hill got the ball on their 25-yard line and Du- 
cote on a tackle gained two yards. Andrepont took the ball through line for 
thirty-five yards. Eastin on a centre buck took another three. A forward 
pass was fumbled and the ball came back. Loyola was penalized five yards for 
off-side play. Loyola's line held and Cassidy was forced to kick. Vaccaro 
returned with a 40-yard punt. Cassidy got the ball and was tackled. Cas- 
sidy on a buck through centre gained two yards. Andrepont gained fifteen 
yards on another buck through centre. Ducote gained five yards on a 
tackle-over-tackle. Cassidy advanced three yards on a buck through centre. 

Cassidy Drop-Kicks Goal. 

Cassidy drop-kicks goal from 20-yard line. Loyola kicked to Spring Hill 
Andrepont receiving on the 25-yard line and advancing twenty yards. Dru- 
han on an overtackle play gained ten yards, Cassidy bucked line for five 
yards. Barker gained two on a line buck. Then followed a succession of 
line bucks and end runs which resulted in no scoring for either side. Score 
at end of first half 8 to 0. 

Second half: Loyola kicks and Andrepont got the ball on 40-yard line 
and gained 15 yards. Druhan on an overtackle play gained 2 yards; a fum- 
bled forward pass resulted in ball 10 yards on a line buck. White took an- 
other 10, but was brought back five. White went 3 yards through centre. 
Gately gained 3 around end. Killeen gained 2 through centre; a fumbled 
forward pass gave the ball to Spring Hill. Eastin gained 5 through centre. 
Cassidy kicked on side, Vaccaro took the ball and was tackled. Spring Hill's 
ball. Andrepont gained 2 through centre. Barker went 7 through line. Eastin 
covered 7 more and bucked again for 5. Andrepont bucked for 10 — Barker 
was thrown back for 3 yards. Cassidy kicked to Loyola's 25-yard line. Kil- 
leen advanced the ball 10 yards. Perrier failed on end run. Perrier went 
through line. Hinderman gained 5. Spring Hill's line held and Loyola kicked 
to 35-yard line. Andrepont advanced 20 yards. Druhan on a tackle over 
tackle gained 5 yards. Cassidy forward passed to Dowe, who gained 10 yards 
After several more line bucks, the whistle blew for end of third quarter. 

Last quarter: Spring Hill's ball on 35-yard line. Andrepont gains 5 
yards through centre — Druhan on a tackle over tackle scores. Cassidy 
failed to kick goal. Loyola kicked to Andrepont on 35-yard line, who ad- 
vanced 10 yards. Cassidy bucked for 5 — then kicked to Loyola's 15-) r ard line 
— a forward pass by Loyola was caught by Andrepont. Druhan went 25 


yards on a forward pass. Barker bucked for 3 — Eastin bucked line for 5 — 
Druhan failed to make 4 yards, and Loyola got the ball. Vaccaro kicks on- 
side — Dowe advanced ball 10 yards — Andrepont bucked for 5 — Eastin gained 
3 — Cassidy failed on drop-kick. Loyola's ball. Vaccaro's kick was blocked. 
Loyola recovers ball and went 5 yards. Vaccaro kicked to Spring Hill's 15- 
yard line. Andrepont took ball 5 yards. A forward pass is fumbled. Cassi- 
dy kicked to Loyola's 25-yard line. Needham recovered ball and advanced 
2 yards. Barker fails to gain on buck through line. Cassidy gained 15 
through line. Andrepont gained 5 — Ducote took the ball 15 yards and 
placed ball behind goal, but play was declared illegal on account of pushing. 
The ball was brought back, and Druhan scored on a line buck. Cassidy 
kicked goal. Loyola kicked to Spring Hill's 35-yard line — Ducote advanced 
ball 20 yards — Cassidy kicked to Loyola's 25-yard line — Spring Hill recov- 
ered ball — Cassidy advanced 15 yards and on a line buck was thrown for 2. 
The whistle blows for end of game, with a score standing 19 to 0. 

Line-ups — Loyola: Perriere, re; Miller, rt ; Robin, rg; Guidry, c; Gaudin, 
lg; Fennell, It; Gately, le ; Vaccaro, fb ; White, rhb ; Hinderman, lhb ; Kil- 
leen, q. 

Spring Hill — Dowe, re; Ducote, rt; D'Aquin, rg ; Franklin, c; Munoz, lg; 
Druhan, It; Needham, le ; Andrepont, f b ; Eastin, rhb; Cassidy, lhb; Barker, q. 

Time of quarters : 12 min., 10 min., 12 min., 10 min. 

Referee, Paul Wilson; Umpire, Maddox; field judge, Overton; time- 
keepers, Becker and Fielding; head linesman, Nelson. — (Mobile Register.) 

Spring Hill vs. Marion. 

In one of the fastest, cleanest and most strenuous games ever seen on 
Maxon Field the Spring Hill eleven went down in defeat Saturday afternoon 
before the strong Marion team, score 12 to 6. From the first kick off until 
the final whistle blew every inch of ground was contested like grim death 
by both squads. Le Gore for the visitors was easily the star, tearing through 
the smaller Spring Hill players again and again with his almost 200 pounds 
bulk for large gains. The visitors outweighed the Spring Hill boys ten or 
more pounds to the man, but despite this fact the fast and resolute defend- 
ers of the Purple and White held them again and again for downs, and tore 
through their line for long gains. The game was lost for the Hill boys on 
a fluke made by the Marionites and the almost one-man game played by the 
gigantic Le Gore. The fluke came in the first of the second quarter when 
Becker on-side kicked and the Marion quarter ran for goal. The second 
touchdown for Marion came after a thrilling race between Dowe and Hair- 
ston in which Dowe in vain hurled himself at the speedy Marionite, who 
with great effort reached the goal line, this bringing victory to the Black 
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For Spring Hill, Needham, Dowe, Cassidy, Andrepont, Ducote and the 
star quarter, Captain Becker, especially distinguished themselves, and barring 
the sensational line plunges of LeGore might have defeated the visitors. 

The Game in Detail. 

The game was called at 3 :35, Spring Hill won the toss and received. 

First quarter : LeGore kicked fo Marion and Needham carried the ball 
10 yards. Andrepont went right end for 1 yard, Spring Hill kicked on-side 
35 yards. Marion kicked on first down and Becker was downed in his tracks. 
Andrepont bucked 5 yards, then Eastin 5. Druhan fumbled and Marion re- 
covered balk LeGore went round left end — no gain. Millner went round 
right and for 3 yards. Marion kicked on third down — Becker received and 
took ball 20 yards. Spring Hill lost 10 on a double pass. Becker kicked on 
third down for 20 yards and Marion recovered ball. LeGore failed to gain on 
buck. Right end gained 5 yards — left half bucked tackle for 6 yards. Both 
sides off side — no penalty. Quarter bucked for 2 yards. Millner tried end run, 
but was thiown for 10 yards. Marion kicked on third down — Dowe received 
and advanced 5 yards. Spring Hill's first down — Andrepont bucked for 3 on 
double pass. Needham went 5 — Eastin failed to gain 2 yards — ball goes to 
Marion — Marion's ball — first down — Milner makes an end run of 17 yards — 
Marion's first down — Marion penalized 5 yards for off-side — Marion failed 
on forward pass — Marion kicked on third down— Dowe received on 20-yard 
line and advanced 25— Spring Hill's ball — first down. Eastin carried ball 
around end for 5 yards. Ducote on tackle over tackle gains 3. End of first 
quarter, Spring Hill's ball on 45 yard line, third down and two to go. 

Second quarter: Slattery relieved D'Aquin at right guard. Becker 
kicked onside to quarter, who carried ball for 60 yards for a touchdown — 
LeGore kicked goal. Score: Marion 6; Spring Hill, 0. 

Spring Hill kicks to Marion — Left tackle takes ball 10 yards. Marion's 
first down. LeGore went 17 yards. First down. Milner went 6 around 
right end. Harrison bucked 5 yards. First down. Milner bucked 1 ; LeGore 
went around left end for 35 yards. Marion penalized 10 yards for holding — 
Milner lost 1 yard — Marion's kick was blocked — Spring Hill's ball. On 
double pass Dowe went 30 yards. First down. Andrepont bucked 1 ; on dou- 
ble Andrepont goes 15. First down. Becker bucks 6. Druhan bucks 3. First 
down. On triple pass Needham loses 2 yards. Marion blocks forward pass- 
to Dowe. Third down. Spring Hill kicks and Dowe recovers ball on 25- 
yard line. Becker bucks 3. Cassidy loses 8 on a fumbled pass. With 30 
yards to go Becker passes to Needham, who runs for a touchdown. Cassidy 
kicks goal. Score — Marion 6; Spring Hill 6. 

Spring Hill kicks. Quarter gets ball — Right half goes 7 — LeGore takes 


10 — First down. Left half goes 2 — Milner takes 4 more — Time called. Score, 
6 to 6. First half over. 

Second half: First quarter — Spring Hill kicks — Quarter receives, ad- 
vances 10 yards — Left end hurts ankle and is replaced by Hill. LeGore goes 
for 8. Milner for 2 yards. Nesmith bucks for 3. First down. LeGore bucks 
2. Milner bucks 6. LeGore goes 4. First down. Milner bucks 5. Milner 
takes another on end run. LeGore takes 6 on end run. First down. Hill 
loses 2 on fumble. Milner gains 4. Marion loses ball on forward pass. First 
down for Spring Hill. Andrepont bucks 6. Ducote loses 1. Spring Hill 
kicks — Marion advances ball 5 yards. LeGore makes first down on 10 yard 
run. Milner takes 2. LeGore 6. Quarterback 2. First down. LeGore 
bucks 6. LeGore 2. On 30-yard line LeGore attempts drop-kick and fails. 
On 25-yard line Spring Hill's first down. Becker bucks 1. Cassidy 4. Last 
down. End of third quarter. 

Last quarter: Becker on side kicks. Spring Hill recovers on 45 yard 
line. First down. Druhan bucks 3. Cassidy fumbles and recovers ball. 
Becker bucks 1 yard. First down. Becker bucks 5. Ducote 4. On fumble 
Spring Hill loses ball. Marion's ball first down. LeGore goes 6. Full back 
5. In the scrimmage Madden hurts knee and is replaced by Perdue. LeGore 
goes 4. Hairston on a buck through centre went 75 yards for a touchdown. 
Marion kicks goal. 

Score: Marion 12, Spring Hill 6. 

Spring Hill receives from Marion, Eastin getting ball. Spring Hill's first 
down. Eastin goes 8. Ducote 3. First down. Cassidy bucks 3. Spring Hill 
loses 8 yards on a triple pass. Spring Hill kicks and recovers ball. First 
down. Becker bucks 3. Andrepont 6. Ducote 2. First down. Ducote on 
fake forward pass gains 6. Andrepont loses 5. Marion's ball. LeGore bucks 
4. Game is called. 

Score: Marion 12, Spring Hill 6. 

The line-ups : Marion — Campbell, c ; Ogletree, rg ; Moore, lg ; Wynne, rt ; 
Garden, It ; scott, re ; Madden-Perdue, le ; LeGore, rh ; Milner, lh ; Hairston, 
fb ; Nesmith, q. 

Spring Hill — J. Franklin, c ; D'Aquin, rg; Munoz, lg; Ducote rt ; Druhan, 
It ; Dowe, re ; Needham, le ; Eastin, rh ; Cassidy, lh ; Andrepont, fb ; Becker, q. 
— (Mobile Register.) 

Spring Hill vs. Southern University. 

It was a battle royal which Spring Hill College engaged in yesterday 

afternoon when they went down in defeat before the fleet-footed university 

boys from Greensboro. In the first half of the game Greensboro out-classed 

the collegians and exhibited a number of forward passes with such effect that 


the Spring Hill boys were so surprised that they lost all the ginger of the 
game. Southern University scored their two touchdowns in the first half, 
or the second quarter, and kicked both goals. 

In the last half of the game, with the score 12 to 0, in favor of Southern 
University, the Spring Hillians sprang a big surprise when they woke up 
and got into the game and scored two touchdowns on forward passes, both 
being received by Needham. Cassidy kicked only one of the gaols. That 
was all the scoring done in the game, and the final score being 12 to 11 in 
favor of the visitors. 

The game was played in a drizzling rain, and many of the spectators 
hunted for dry spots to witness the play, while those more interested in the 
game were too much excited to realize that it was raining. 

Captain Becker of S. H. C, won the toss up and chose the south goal, 
and Greensboro to receive the kick-off. 

Game in Detail. 

Cassidy of Spring Hill kicked off to the Greensboro boys, the fullback 
receiving the ball on the 10-yard line and advanced it ten yards toward Spring 
Hill goal. On the first play Southern University worked a beautiful forward 
pass for forty yards. First down. After making only four yards on two line 
bucks Greensboro worked another forward pass which netted them eleven 
yards. First down. Ducote, the fearless tackle for the Hill boys, broke 
through thj lines of Greensboro and threw Rush for a loss of six yards, and 
then after another fruitless attempt Southern University was forced to punt. 
Andrepont received the ball and was downed in his tracks. S. H. C. ball and 
first down. Cassidy and Eastin went for eight, and S. H. kicked on side 
kick which Rush received. Southern University ball, first down. E. C. Allen 
bucked for eleven, first down. After Williams advanced the ball only one 
yard, the Greensboro team attempted to forward pass which S. H. C. captain 
received. S. H. C. ball, and first down. Druhan and Eastin went tor seven, 
and S. H. kicked, Rush receiving the punt. First down Greensboro. After 
gaining eight yards on two plays, Southern University lost the ball on a 
forward pass which failed. S. H. C. ball. Andrepont and Eastin went for 
eight. Cassidy kicked on side kick which Rush received and dropped, Munoz 
getting the ball. S. H. C. ball. First down. Needham went around end for 
twenty yards. Ducote. Andrepont and Druhan made first down again. After 
two bucks which only brought two vards. S. H. C. tried a forward pass, which 
failed, the ball going to the visitors. E. C .Allen bucked the line for twenty- 
nine yards. First down. On tackle over tackle, Greensboro lost one yard. 
End first quarter. Score 0-0. 

1 — Coach Maxori and Captain Becker. 

4, 5, 6 — Loyola Game. 

2, 3. 7 — Fort Morgan Game. 


Second quarter: In this quarter the Greensboro boys played S. H .C. 
off their feet and scored two touchdowns on beautifully executed forward 
passes. Southern was forced to punt on three downs, after failure to make the 
required ten yards on the second play. Ducote received the ball and advanced 
it ten yards. Cassidy and Andrepont made 6 yards, and S. H. C. kicked on 
three down. Marks receiving the ball and downed in tracks. Southern kicked 
on second down. On attempted forward pass S. H. C. loses the ball, when 
Rush received it. Southern's ball. Rush went for twenty. On a buck and 
two passes Greensboro netted forty yards, Locke going the last twenty-five 
for a touchdown. Rush kicked goal. Score 6-0. 

Greensboro kicked to S. H. C. Becker received on twenty-yard line and 
advanced fifteen yards. S. H. C. held for downs and punted. Southern 
made downs twice, and was then held for downs. S. H. C. ball. Druhan and 
Ducote made seven. First half. Score, Southern 6, S. H. C. 0. 

Third quarter: Southern kicked off to S. H. C. Druhan received and 
advanced ten yards. S. H. C. made downs. Then after two bucks, S. H. C. 
punted. Southern's ball. Southern held for down and ball goes to S. H. C. 
S. H. C. was forced to kick on third down, but was blocked and received by 
Southern University. On an unique shift play the Southern fullback went for 
thirty-five yards for a touchdown. Rush kicked goal. Score, 12 to 0. 

S. H. C. kicked to Southern. Allen received ball advanced ten yards, and 
Greensboro held for downs. S. H. C. ball. Needham and Cassidy fail to 
make gain, and Cassidy went for twenty-five yards. Eastin and Ducote made 
next ten yards. S. H. C. ball and goal to gain. S. H. C. fumbled ball on 
one-yard line, and Greensboro recovered ball. After no gain on two bucks 
Southern fumbled, and S. H. C. recovered ball. Neale was thrown for a big 
loss. On next play by a double pass Franklin made a dash for a touchdown, 
which he gained. Cassidy failed to kick goal. Score, 12 to 5. 

During the few minutes of the remaining quarter the ball was kept in 
the centre of the field. End of third quarter, with ball in Southern's posses- 
sion on thirty-five-yard line. 

Fourth quarter: With third down Southern punted. Andrepont brings 
ball back ten yards. On a forward pass Andrepont went eighteen yards and 
two more S. H. C. netted thirty yards more. After an attempt to buck Eastin 
forward passed to Needham, who went twenty yards for a touchdown. 
Cassidy kicked goal. Score 12 to 11. 

During the rest of the game Spring Hill kept the ball in Southern ter- 

Lineup: Southern — E. C. Allen, f b ; Williams, rh ; Rush (captain), lh ; 
Marks, p; E. A. Allen, c; Roberts, lg; Maxwell, rg; Beall, It; Steed, rt ; Chap- 
man, le ; Locks, re. 


Spring Hill — Andrepont, fb ; Cassidy, lh ; Eastin, rh ; Neale, re ; Needham, 
It; Ducote, rt ; Druhan, It; Becker, (captain), p; Munoz, lg; D'Aquin, rg; 

Officials — Wilson, referee; Maddox, umpire; Bixler, field judge; Simon, 
head lineman. 

Time of quarters, fifteen minutes. — (Mobile Item.) 

Spring Hill vs. Fort Morgan. 

Spring Hill again went down in defeat before the strong Fort Morgan 
eleven, in the presence of the largest crowd that ever witnessed a football 
game at Spring Hill College, on the famous Maxon Field, by a score of 12 to 
5. It was a game that was fought hard from beginning to end and was a 
continuous series of wrangling with the officials during the whole game. 
Fort Morgan made their scores in the early part of the game and was always 
kept in the game by their plucky little captain, Quarterback Kirby. The 
college rooters were out in full bloom and their feature ceremony of the 
evening was a funeral service, which was supposed to represent the burial 
of the Fort Morgan squad in the last half. The procession was headed by the 
senior brass band, and then came the coffin with the pall-bearers, followed 
by the whole student body, all having formed a single line and walked with 
heads uncovered. As they came to the grave a large crowd of the visitors 
crowded to see the ceremony. "Moon" Ducote presided over the funeral and 
gave the oration in Greek. The proceedings were interrupted when the 
referee's whistle called time for the teams to resume the battle. 

Captain Kirby, Peters and Roberson were stars for Fort Morgan, Kirby 
coming to the front by a small margin, and for the college Ducote, Needham, 
Cassidy and Tarleton were the stars. The punting of Becker was also a shin- 
ing light. And Quarter Willie Barker played a jam up game after he had re- 
placed Captain Becker. 

Referee, Paul Wilson ; umpires, Carter and Pharr ; field judge, Bixler ; 
head linesman, Henry Kelly; time keepers, Worth and Pottinger. Time of 
quarters, 10 minutes each. 

The line-up: Spring Hill — Franklin, c; Munoz, rg; D'Aquin, and Slat- 
tery, lg; Druhan, rt ; Ducote, It; Dowe and Neale. le ; Needham, re; Cassidy, 
rh ; Eastin, lh ; Andrepont and Tarleton, fb ; Becker, and Barker, q. 

Fort Morgan — Cofer, c; Roth, rg; Schnider, lg; Gilker, rt ; Sharpe, It; 
Sheet, le ; Semmers, re ; Robertson, rh ; Peters, lh ; Irish, Remsen and Cooper, 
fb; Kirby, q. — (Mobile Item.) 

Loyola Seconds vs. Spring Hill Little Yard. 

First quarter: Spring Hill kicks to Loyola. Harrison receives ball and 
is downed on 45-yard line. Durell bucks 5 — Fennel's end run fails — Harrison 
kicks to Van Heuvel — Forward pass to Hebert gains 15 — Timothy bucks 5 — 


Potter hits line for A — Van Heuvel's buck fails — Hebert's end run fails— Ball 
on 10 yard line — Timothy runs 1— Drop-kick by Timothy fails— Loyola's ball 
on 25-yard line — Fredericks loses 4 on attempted buck — Fredericks' end run 
for 2 — Harrison kicks outside — Moses gains 1 in tackle over tackle — Potter 
bucks — no gain. Van Heuvel kicks to Fredericks — Durell bucks 6 — Harrison 
end runs 20 — McKinney thrown 5 on run — Loyola's forward pass dropped by 
Bassich — Harrison kicks to Ducote — Hebert end runs 1 — Forward pass to 
Ducote gains 25— McPhillips takes 25 on end run— Timothy bucks and after 
spectacular run of 30 yards makes touchdown. Van Heuvel misses goal — 
Score 5-0. 

Loyola kicks to Van Heuvel on Spring Hill's 38-yard line — Van Heuvel 
bucks 4. Forward pass to McPhillips gains 18 — Timothy kicks to Harrison 
on Loyola's 4-yard line — Ball fumbled but recovered by Loyola — Spring 
Hill penalized 5 yards for off-side — Harrison kicks to Ducote who is downed 
on Loyola's 30-yard line — Hunt gains 4 on end run — Van Heuvel takes 20 
more around end. End of first quarter. Score 5-0. 

Second quarter: Ducote gains 2 on tackle over tackle — Hebert takes 11 
around end for a touchdown — Van Heuvel misses goal — score 10-0. Spring 
Hill kicks to Marks on 45-yard line — Fennel takes 3 around end — Massich 
goes in at left end — Durell bucks 10 — Durell through left tackle takes A — 
Forward pass to Massich gains 25 — Massich's end run fails — Spring Hill 
penalized 5 yards for off-side — Ball goes to Spring Hill — Van Heuvel gains 
1 — Timothy bucks 6 — Timothy kicks to Fredericks on 50-yard line — Fred- 
ericks bucks 5 — Loyola fumbles and Hunt falls on ball — McPhillips on trick 
play takes 8 — Hebert end runs 1 — Van Heuvel bucks 5 — Hebert bucks 
A — Forward pass fails — Timothy kicks to Massich on 13-yard line — Massich 
bucks 6 — Durell bucks 4 more — McKinney end runs 5 — Harrison takes 1 more 
— Loyola kicks to Timothy on Spring Hill's 50-yard line — Hunt end runs — 
Van Heuvel bucks center for 6 — Ducote takes 2 on tackle over tackle — For- 
ward pass fails — End of first half. Score 10-0. 

Third quarter: Burgoyne takes Massich's place at left guard — Loyola 
kicks to Hunt on Spring Hill's 40-yard line — Timothy bucks 7 — Van Heuvel 
end runs 15 — McPhillips thrown for 4 on end run — Van Heuvel kicks to Har- 
rison — Fennel bucks 5 — Fredericks bucks 5 more — Forward pass to McKinney 
takes 40 — Durell bucks 7 — Fennell bucks 10 — Harrison runs for 11 — Durell 
bucks A — Durell bucks 3 — Fennel bucks 2 and ball goes over to S. H. C. For- 
ward pass to Hebert gains 10 — Loyola penalized 5 yards for off-side — Van 
Heuvel bucks center for 3 — Ducote takes 2 on tackle over tackle — Van Heuvel 
to Hebert forward pass caught by Durell — Fennel bucks 3 — Forward pass 
fails — Spring Hill penalized 5 yards for off-side — Durell bucks — no gain — 
Fennel bucks 1 — Forward pass to Durell gets 15 — McKinney thrown for 6 


on end run — Forward pass fails — Loyola kicks and recovers ball — Forward 
pass intercepted — Ball goes to Spring Hill — Spring Hill kicks to Harrison an 
25-yard line — Durell bucks 2 — Fennel bucks 11 — End of third quarter. Score 

Fourth quarter: Bassich replaces Massich — Loyola's ball on 12-yard line 
— Durell bucks 6 — Fennel bucks 2 — Durell bucks 1 and ball goes to Spring 
Hill — Provosty replaces Fredericks for Spring Hill — Van Heuvel bucks 4 — 
McPhillips end runs 5 — Spring Hill kicks to Harrison on Spring Hill's 50- 
yard line — Loyola's ball — Forward pass to Bassich gains 10 — Fennel bucks 
7 — Durell bucks 4 — Fennel bucks 2 — Forward pass to McKinney gains 18 — 
Fennel bucks 5 — Fennel bucks 1 — Goal to gain — Fennel goes for touchdown 
— Fredericks misses goal. Score 10-5. 

Loyola kicks to Ducote on Spring Hill's 40-yard line — Fumble results 
in ball going to Loyola — McKinney end runs for 9 — Loyola fumbles and 
Spring Hill gets ball — Van Heuvel gets 15 on end run — Forward pass fails — 
Timothy end runs 1 — Timothy kicks to Harrison on Loyola's 15-yard line — 
Loyola kicks to Van Heuvel on 20-yard line — Hebert end runs and is thrown 
for 1 yard — Van Heuvel kicks, and Timothy recovers ball — Ball on 8-yard 
line — Timothy bucks for touchdown — Van Heuvel misses goal — Score 15-5. 

Spring Hill kicks to Bassich on 9-yard line — Durell bucks 5 — Fredericks 
bucks 1 — Spring Hill penalized 5 yards for off-side — Fennel bucks 1 — For- 
ward pass to Fennel gains 15 — Fielding bucks — no gain — Loyola kicks to Van 
Heuvel on 45-yard line — Forward pass fails — Game called. Score 15-5. 



By the death of Hon. R. B. Owen at the age of eighty-three, Spring Hill 
'47 has lost her oldest alumnus. Judge Owen entered college here in the 

earliest days and graduated from the University of Alabama in 1847. Dur- 
ing his time he held many posts of honor and trust, being clerk of the Supreme 
Court, member of the State Legislature and Mayor of Mobile for three suc- 
cessive terms. 

Dr. Rhett Goode, LL. D., '11, celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of 
'68 his wedding on October 28. Hundreds of the friends of Dr. and Mrs. 

Goode ottended the evening reception and extended their congratulations 
and good wishes for continued prosperity to Dr. Goode, one of the most dis- 
tinguished physicians in the South, and to his charming wife, one of the 
most prominent women in club life and social circles in the state. Among the 
beautiful presents was one from Father Twellmeyer and the faculty of Spring 

Dr. Goode, who is already dean of the Medical College of the University 
of Alabama, and chief surgeon of the M. & O. Railroad Company, has been 
further honored by being elected president of the American Association of 
Railway Surgeons at its eighth annual meeting in Chicago on October 20. 

Dr. Marion Souchon of New Orleans was recently elected medical di- 
'86 rector of the Pan-American Insurance Co. Dr. Souchon is instructor 

in clinical surgery in Tulane University, a member of the board of ad- 
ministrators of the Charity Hospital and house surgeon of the Hotel Dien. 

Frank H. Mortimer, who for several years has held the position of clerk 
'88 of the U. S. District Court at New Orleans, has been appointed clerk 

of the U. S. Court of Appeals. 

Dr. Louis D. Archinard, ex- '88, one of the leading dentists of New Or- 
'88 leans, and professor of operative densistry, Dental Pathology and 
Therapeutics in Tulane University, died on October 13. He was in- 
jured August 23 by being struck by a street car almost in front of his home. 
The Springhillian offers sincere condolences to his bereaved wife and chil- 

Supreme Director Matthias Mahorner, Jr., of this city, while attending 
'94 the meeting of the directors of the Knights of Columbus in Boston, was 

delegated by the supreme knight to represent the national body at a 
celebration of Columbus Day in Lowell, Mass. The Sun of that city says 
of Mr. Mahorner: "Owing to the fact that he was obliged to return to 
Boston he was forced to curtail his remarks, but after the assemblage had 
heard him for a moment they would have been content to listen to him for 


hours. Mr. Mahorner is a typical Southern gentleman, both in dialect and 
manners, and his dialect made a great hit with the audience. He was the 
man delegated by the supreme knight to institute the first council of the 
Knights of Columbus in Cuba and is well known in the order throughout 
the country." 

After a summary of the remarks of Mr. Mahorner, in which he indulged 
in considerable humor on the "cotton relations" of Alabama and Massachu- 
setts, the Sun continues : "His parting words were to eliminate all prejudice, 
ever bearing in mind that we are all Americans. As Mr. Mahorner took 
his departure the band struck up the familiar strains of 'Dixie,' while the 
large audience arose and sang the song, following it with cheers for the de- 
parting guest." — (Mobile Register, Oct. 22.) 

Reese Millar Hutchison, ex-'95, has recently been appointed chief en- 
'95 gineer and personal representative of Thomas A. Edison. About a year 

and a half ago he joined forces with Mr. Edison, for the purpose of de- 
veloping the Edison Storage Battery from the vehicle type into the heavy 
duty, submarine and electric locomotive type. He was successful in the un- 
dertaking, and was given the exclusive sales rights of the Edison Storage 
Battery for all government purposes of all nations. When it is considered 
that the combined capacities of all storage batteries in submarines to-day ex- 
ceeds ten times the capacities of storage batteries installed in electric ve- 
hicles, the importance of this deal can be appreciated. As chief engineer 
and personal representative of Mr. Edison, Mr. Hutchison is next in line 
at the laboratory at Orange, N. J. He has kindly consented to address the 
students when he visits Mobile, his old home ,next spring. 

Alvin E. Hebert is a candidate for the office of Secretary of State of 
'97 Louisiana in the coming primary. He is making a very spirited can- 
vass and feels confident of receiving a flattering majority. "Pete" al- 
ways had a way of getting anything he went after. 

We grieve to record the death of Mr. Henry Clark of Jacksonville, Fla., 
'02 whose son, Harry Clark, ex- '02, and Louis Clark attended college here. 

Samuel Kelly, ex-'09, is business manager of the University of Texas 
'09 Magazine. 

Cards have been received for the wedding of C. Henry Adams, A. B., 
and Miss Marguerite Desloge Bain, to take place in St. Margaret's Church, 
St. Louis, Wednesday, 10 a. m., December 27. The Springhillian extends 
hearty congratulations and best wishes for future happiness. 

Dr. E. B. Dreaper, A. M., '09, is receiving the congratulations of his 
'09 friends on the birth of a son and heir. 


Charles Schimpf, Jr., B. S., and Ed. O'Neil, ex-'12, have formed a part- 
'10 nership in the insurance business in Mobile. 

Claud L. Chappius is studying law at Georgetown University. 

We have received a very pleasant letter from Ralph Stafford, sending 
'11 in his subscription to The Springhillian. Mr. Stafford holds the post 

of private secretary to Senator Thornton of Louisiana. He is at present 
in Washington attending the sessions of congress. 

W. E. Dunbar, ex-'ll, writes interestingly from Jacksonville, Fla., re- 
'11 calling the pleasant days he spent here. 

Among the visitors at the Thanksgiving game were W. Henry Kelly, A. 
B., and Flurrence Dowe, B. S., who came down from Montgomery to show 
their loyalty to the team. 



We have been gathering data for some time for this edition of "Kidlets" 
and after putting said data into journalistic form, we thought it would be 
quite the thing to make our second entrance on the stage of journalism amid 
a flourish of trumpets, or, to be more exact, to the chime of Christmas bells. 
In other words, we wished our opening paragraph to contain appropriate 
thoughts of Yuletide piquantly expressed and joyously worded. Accordingly 
we began with the expression, "Christmas is coming." It at once dawned 
upon us that this was a well-known fact, especially in the little yard. Any- 
body with half an eye, although he had never met such an individual, could 
see that Christmas was coming for has it not been the topic of conversation 
for ever so long, and have not the days been counted and lined up in the 
inverse order of their coming so that as each day passed it would be no 
feat of mnenonics to recall the days that were yet to come? 

Again, was not every one or almost every one doing his best or his near- 
best to get notes in conduct and application so that he might gladden the 
hearts of the folks at home and, as it were, have at hand a few passports in 
the shape of first cards to be handed in after the first fusilade of hugs and 
kisses? And so it was that after jotting down the words, "Christmas is com- 
ing," we came to the conclusion that we had better begin in some other way. 
Our muse, however, must have been doing her shopping early, for she 
came not to inspire us with other thoughts or other words, and thus it 
was that when the editor-in-chief awakened us from our revery with a de- 


mand for our notes he startled us considerably when to our procrastinating 
promises he exclaimed : "Christmas is here !" 

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We woke up suddenly to the fact that all the nice things that we had 
wished to say were left unsaid, or at least not said as we had intended. Be 
that as it may, Christmas is here, and to all the friends of the Little Yard we 
offer our greetings and best wishes, while to each and every member in the 
second division we say: "Shake hands with yourself, little man, Christmas is 

Foot ball is now a thing of the past, but the members of the second di- 
vision can recall the history of this year's Junior Varsity with pride and 
pleasure. In every game but one we had unequal odds to contend with. 
Against U. M. S., Jr., we felt as though we were fighting in our own class; 
but all our other opponents had the advantage of us in age, weight and ex- 
perience. Despite this the Junior Varsity shows a total score of 94 points 
against their opponents' 25. We lost two games out of six, managing even 
to score in the games lost. It was the last game of the season, however, that 
meant everything, for on it hinged the Junior Interscholastic Championship 
between Loyola and Spring Hill. 

An account of this game is given in detail in another part of this issue, 
but in justice to the visiting team we reprint below their account of the game 
as published in the New Orleans Picayune of November 20: 

The speedy Loyola Juniors returned to New Orleans yesterday, having 
sustained a defeat at the hands of the Spring Hill Juniors on Saturday, par- 
tially through adverse decisions by the officials in charge of the game, ac- 
cording to the Loyola boys. Loyola's snappy play indicated that they would 
win over Spring Hill, for although the latter was fast the New Orleans boys 
seemed about to outclass them. The long plunges of the three Loyola backs 
and accurate passes by Quarterback Harrison were big features. Durel, 
Loyola's fullback, caused consternation throughout the ranks of Spring Hill 
followers, he often making gains of 15 yards. The punting of Fredericks 
was superior to that of Spring Hill's kicker and his line bucks were a revelation. 

Bassich, Loyola's star end, left the game in the first quarter, due to in- 
juries to his hand. His absence greatly weakened the team. McKinney, one 
of last year's ends, made a spectacular run of 40 yards. Burgoyne, Loyola's 
left guard, was a tower of strength and specially good in running down punts, 
often downing the runner just as he received the oval. The Masich brothers 
played well, especially A. Masich, whose tackling featured. Other members 
of the Loyola team played splendidly, especially Davis, at center and Indest 
and Fielding at guard and tackle." 


From the above our readers can easily see that we played against an all- 
star team and battled with foemen worthy of our steel. We cannot, however, 
vouch for the verity of the above, for in the excitement of the game we were 
too busy making touchdowns to pay much attention to the "long plunges" 
or "accurate passing" of our opponents. 

Immediately after the game the visitors and Varsity men were treated 
to a modesc little spread in the Junior Library. College yells were inter- 
mingled with other things more substantial and a pleasant hour was thus 



In the gymnasium after supper we entertained the entire student body 
to an informal glove contest interspersed with acrobatic stunts and twentieth- 
century music. The music was rendered by the Senior Band and the tum- 
bling was performed by Mr. C. Lawless of Intermediate Class and the two 
midgets, Frankie Schimpf and Louey Lange. 


The features of the evening's program, however, were the puglistic en- 
counters. As a preliminary, Tommy Kelly of New Orleans and Ross Druhan 
of Mobile were booked for a three-round bout in feather-weight work. The 
way these youngsters hopped about in the beginning of the first round 
threatened for a moment to change the contest into a regular Sandtown chick- 
en fight, but towards the end some close work was pulled of with the result 
that both were too winded to continue. Referee Becker called off the remain- 
ing rounds and declared Ross Druhan the winner. 

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The sparring of M. Watters of Dublin and J. Cassidy of Georgia went on 
through five rapid rounds to the great enjoyment of the spectators. The ag- 
gressiveness of the Georgia boy was coolly met by the close defense of the 
Irish lad and at the end, points being equal, the bout was declared a draw. 

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Chas. Holland and Clarence Paty, both of New Orleans and both of B. 
S. class, then gave an exhibition of heavy-weight prize fighting as interpreted 
by our colored brethren. The fight went on for ten rounds. Between the 
first and fifth rounds both men hit the mat repeatedly for the count of nine, 
but managed to gain their feet as fresh as ever. In the seventh round both 
were knocked out. The seconds ran to their assistance and the seconds were 
knocked out. The seconds having been revived the contest went on quietly 
till the tenth round when the referee himself hit the mat in trying to separate 
the men as they clinched. No decision was given ! 


At the close of the foot ball season head-guards and spiked shoes and all 
the other paraphernalia of the game were stowed away, and hammer and 
nails, cast-off lumber and old tin cans were brought forth and the making of 
traps began ; for on the first day of December the squirrel season was to open 
and every one wished to be ready. Since then we can record with pleasure 
that our trappers have been successful. Every morning hunters are seen re- 
turning with traps under their arms — a certain sign that they have snapped 
and contain some creature of the forest. Sometimes it is a wood-rat, frequent- 
ly a bird, but generally a furry little grey squirrel that trembles when you 
first handle him, manages to put a few holes in your fingers, but finally is tame 
enough to run up your leg and duck into a coat pocket after he has been sent 
aeroplaning to a height of a hundred feet or less. 

We must not forget the single scalp that the June Bugs, a ninety pound 
foot ball team of the little yard, has dangling at its belt. The Hill Billies, a 
local aggregation, weighing about the same as our own June Bugs, chal- 
lenged the latter to a contest on Maxon Field. At the appointed time the game 
was called and the fun began. Mendenhall and Maury of the visitors fought 
hard to turn the tide of victory but when the whistle ended the play the June 
Bugs had thrice crossed their opponents' goal. Captain Murray failed to kick 
the goals. The features of the game were the line-plunges of Ferlita, the 
end-runs of Schuessler and Abbott and the failure of Heck Hale to remember 

the signals. 

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Reports have reached us that the Yenni Literary Circle has begun the 
reading of the semi-annual play. May it equal if not exceed the many public 
efforts which it has been our pleasure to witness. 

In our last issue we expressed the wish "that the Junior Band would be 
soon hitting only the high places along the road to musical fame," or words 
to that effect. We fear that they have taken us too literally, for from the 
rapid progress they have made there is great and serious danger of their 
being arrested for violating the speed laws. 

We record with pleasure the happy choice of new magazines that have 
been subscribed for the new year. Among the principal ones that now find 
their way into the Junior Reading Room are Country Life in America, Outing, 
Recreation, Yachting, American Boy, and the Base Ball Magazine. Exten- 
sion, Benziger's, Catholic Fireside and the Ave Maria are still on the sub- 
scription list and these, together with those left unmentioned, run the list 
of magazines up to eighteen. 


The gymnasium class has been re-opened under the direction of Prof. 
Pottinger. It is due to the capabilities of this gentleman that such interest 
is shown in gymnastic work and it is our sincere hope that he will meet with 
all the success that he deserves. 

5[C Jfi l]i ^T* yfi *F 

The Junior Track Team carried off practically everything at the Gulf 
Coast Fair Track and Field Meet. To Master Irvine of Mobile, who captured 
first place in the high jump, we extend our congratulations. 


Rev. John P. McDonnell, S. J. 

The faculty and students of Spring Hill were deeply grieved on hearing 
of the sudden death of Father McDonnell. He left us a few months ago in 
seemingly fair health and the best of spirits. On Sunday evening at 8:15 
o'clock Father McConnell succumbed to an attack of apoplexy after several 
hours of unconsciousness, having been stricken just after Mass, while preach- 
ing to the students of St. Charles College, Grand Coteau, La., of which he 
was chaplain. 

Rev. John P. McDonnell was born in Galveston, Tex., 1856. He attended 
the University of St. Mary during the regency of the Christian Brothers and 
during a portion of the period in which the Brothers of the Holy Cross had 
control. He entered Spring Hill College in 1871. During his stay here he 
was prefect of the sodality and was twice awarded the gold medal for good 
conduct by the votes of his fellow-students. On completing his course of 
studies Falher McDonnell made a prolonged tour of Europe. He became a 
member of the Society of Jesus on February 21, 1877. The usual course of 
training and studies which the Society exacts of its members having been 
gone through, he was promoted to the priesthood on July 2, 1886. The cere- 
mony of ordination took place in St. Patrick's Church, Galveston, Tex., and 
was performed by the Rt. Rev. Bishop Gallagher, D. D. After some years 
of teaching in the Jesuits' College, New Orleans, Father McDonnell engaged 
in an active career of missionary labors in Alabama and Georgia, interrupted 
by one year's residence in Montreal, Canada, where he acquired that knowl- 
edge of French of which he was ever afterwards so proud. The major por- 
tion of these years was spent in Macon, Ga. While there he aided in no small 
degree in the building of the magnificent St. Joseph's Church in that city. 
He is well and favorably remembered in Macon, especially by those who 
were not blessed by a super-abundance of the world's goods. Father Mc- 
Donnell had a special predilection for the poor and the young, which mani- 



fested itself on numerous occasions. During his last year at Spring Hill the 
lowest preparatory class was entrusted to his care and the zeal and energy 
which he put into his work, were sources of admiration and edification to 
faculty and student alike. 

For the past two years he acted as chaplain of the boys. His sermons 
in the sodality and on Sunday mornings were highly appreciated by reason 
of their genuine piety and earnest simplicity. Though capable of oratorical 
flights of the highest order when occasion demanded, Father McDonnell 
chose rather the simpler and more familiar style of instruction. Nor were his 
sermons any the less effective for that. 

Father John P. McDonnell was the soul of humor and geniality. His 
presence had an exhilarating effect on any company of which he formed part. 

His remains were interred in the Jesuit Cemetery at Grand Coteau, La. 
— R. I. P. 

JL. WC. T>. Q. 





The object of THE SPRINGHILLIAN is to record College 
events, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between the boys of the Present and the Past 



Resurgam 7". 5. K. 


King Rufus and the Dragon — John Logan, '13 1 15 

A Smile— Francis A. Meyer, *12 119 

The Lure of Gold— B. A. Brulatour, '15 120 

The Brides of Christ— E. I. F 124 

A Study in Black — Joseph A. Berthelot, '14 125 

Luck — John J. Gilmore, '13 127 

Culture of the Date Palm — Francis A. Meyer, '12 128 

Plea for Mental Philosophy — George L. Mayer, '12 131 

In the Spirit of Easter — Frank L. Prohaska, '13 134 

Clearing His Friend — T. Howard Kelly, '14 137 

Reformation or Deformation — Which? 140 

Here and There — Frank L. Prohaska, '13 141 

Accuracy of the Seismograph 145 

Entertainments 146 

Baseball— Pierre J. Becker, '13 148 

Little Yard Notes — J. Frank Gillespie, '15 155 

Obituary 158 

Exchanges 169 

Alumni 170 





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Centuries ago, according to legends, when demons and monstrous dragons 
still inhabited the earth and committed many depredations on the riches of 
kings and numerous outrages on humanity, the northern portion of Norway, 
called Rutland, was ruled by a wise and good old king, named Rufus. 

The King's palace was situated on a plain near the seashore, midway 
between the two extremities of his dominion. There he reigned and governed 
with supreme authority. His wisdom was like a huge and ever-flowing foun- 
tain whence prosperity was sprayed in every direction, spreading itself over 
every portion of his dominion. It was when the country was thus in its great- 
est prosperity that the happiness of the king was suddenly checked by the 
disappearance of his beloved and favorite son. It was thought that a dragon 
or some monster had carried the lad into the distant mountains, to make him 
his servant there. The whole country was aroused. Everybody, able to bear 
his weight, joined in the search for the youth, and it was only by the inter- 
vention of time that the great excitement was smothered and the torturing 
grief of the old king worn away. But still a day never passed that the king 
did not think of his son, and kneeling in prayer, ask the Lord to let him 
but see his son before he died. Time speedily passed; the monarch again took 
the reins of government into his directing hands, the country resumed its 
usual prosperity, and all went as before. 

His kingdom now contained many flourishing cities, and his was indeed 
a most prosperous reign. But the old king was human and he, like all, had 
faults. His most serious fault was that he dabbled in speculations. King 
Rufus for many years had been collecting valuable furs from his subjects' 
in different parts of his kingdom. These furs were the most precious in the 
whole of Europe as besides being very large and beautiful, they were also 
very scarce, Rufland being the only country where they could be obtained. 
The furs were in a great demand by the royalty of different kingdoms, as they 
could be made into costly garments of very rare beauty. The king expended 
-all of his wealth and collected a great number of furs to ship to foreign 
countries and there exchanged them for large sums of gold and many precious 


For this purpose he had two strong ships fitted out, as he thought, with 
every thing necessary to protect them against the attacks of the dreaded sea 
monsters that destroyed so much wealth. And the ships were put under the 
command of trustworthy captains. The furs were loaded on the ships with the 
utmost caution. All then being ready, the ships departed from the shore of 
Kufland and slowly descended below the distant horizon. 

Six months passed and the time arrived for the return of the ships. The 
old king grew very restless. The dawn of many a day found him on the sea- 
shore waiting with eager expectations for the sunrise to picture the approach- 
ing ships in the far distance ; many a noon found him still there on the beach, 
sometimes walking back and forth on the white sand to enliven his muscles, 
and at other times resting on some wave-beaten rock, anxiously waiting; 
many a twilight as it turned from dusk to darkness, yet gave him obscure light 
as he wound his way homeward, with eager hopes of witnessing his ships re- 
turn on the morrow. 

Finally, one bright morning, just as the sun was rising above the horizon, 
he cast his eyes across the blue waters to the far northeast and there in the dis- 
tance he could perceive something which appeared to be the mast and sails of 
a ship. And so it was, for two hours had not elapsed before he plainly saw the 
outlines of a vessel. With this sight returned the happy thought of the great 
heaps of gold and the gems the approaching vessels contained and the luxuries 
.therein. He steadily watched for the second ship, but all in vain. As the one 
ship approached he saw plainly that it was his own. The first idea to enter his 
mind was that some sea monster had destroyed the other ship and seized his 
gold; but a second thought that the ship had become separated in a fog, 
quickly drove such unpleasant fears away. 

The ship slowly drew near. The old man stood at the water's edge wish- 
ing that he could increase the speed of the vessel and then meet it half way, 
that he might the sooner obtain full information as to the delay and where- 
abouts of his second ship. When the approaching ship was but a short dis- 
tance from the shore the old king beheld an animal of enormous size swimming 
swiftly toward it. He saw with amazement the huge thing board the ship and 
could hear the cries of terror coming from the men within. The aged mon- 
arch with horror beheld the powerful sea monster crush in the side of the 
ship and enter it. A battle ensued, as he could tell by the terrific noise. The 
king again grew very sad. He could not think what to do. A thousand im- 
pulses ran through his worried mind. And his only resort was to be silent 
and watch the ship. 

By this time a crowd of excited people had gathered on the seashore, 
waiting to see what would happen. After the expiration of about thirty 
minutes the crowd beheld the dreadful Dtonster, with the chest of gold secure 
in his clutches, rush out of the ship, plunge overboard and swiftly swim to- 


wards the shore some distance away, leaving the ship in a blaze behind him. 
The people fled in every direction. One of the king's noblemen ran after the 
monster and following close behind him, discovered his den in the mountain 

The old king again found himself alone still on the barren seashore, 
there to dwell longer on his torturing troubles. He thought that all of his wealth 
was lost, his kingdom ruined and that the fierce monster might at any time 
come down from the mountains, slaughter his subjects and work havoc in all 
his dominion. These thoughts tortured his mind and he became desperate from 
grief. In despair, he threw himself face downward upon the sandy shore. As 
he lay thus a hand gently touched him upon the neck, a familiar voice spoke 
to him and for a while roused him from his excess of grief. He arose, gazed, 
and in astonishment beheld his captain standing before him. Each expressed 
his happiness at again seeing his friend, and the old king immediately de- 
manded a detailed story of the voyage and all that had happened. The cap- 
tain told him how they had in safety touched the principal ports of the for- 
eign countries and disposed of the furs for large sums of gold ; and how on 
their return trip they were caught in a violent hurricane and his ship driven 
far back out of its course; and how, when they neared their country's shore 
a monstrous sea dragon with fiery breath climbed aboard the ship, crushed in 
its side, spreading destruction on all sides, seized the treasure and departed. 
The captain asked if the other ship had not returned. The captain said it 
should have, as it was far in advance of his ship and being the stronger of 
the two was better able to go in the face of the storm. As the ship had not 
returned they concluded that it has approached the shore during some night 
and was destroyed by the same dragon. 

The old king was much disappointed over the information obtained. 
But realizing that persistent dwelling on such troubles would not bring back 
his gold nor in any way better the state of affairs, he began to plan some 
means to regain his treasures from the dragon. The monster must be killed. 
He durst not risk his army against the fiery beast, as in such a multitude of 
men, each would be in the other's way and the fierce dragon would destroy 
his army and leave his kingdom defenseless. For he well remembered that 
many an army had been destroyed by such fiery demons. 

The king offered to give one-half of his wealth to any one who would wrest 
the treasure from the dragon. The offer spread abroad. One day when the 
king was brooding over his losses and troubles, a servant entered and an- 
nounced the arrival of a stranger. The king ordered him to be brought in. 
The stranger entered and stood before the king. He made known his inten- 
tions to kill the monster. He was a perfect specimen of manhood. The old 
king admired his huge physique, and immediately granted the stranger's re- 
quest, and offered his best men to assist him in his task ; but the noble man re- 


fused their aid. He determined that he would only take a guide to show him 
the way to the monster's cave. 

So the two made a speedy preparation for the enterprise, buckled on 
their heavy armor and departed. They went to the mountains and found 
tracks of the monster in the valley. They observed the path where he passed 
back and forth from one mountain to another. They could tell from the num- 
erous fresh foot tracks that the monster frequently went that way. They 
closely examined every crook and turn of the pathway and noted a very nar- 
row ravine cutting the path which the dragon used. The nobleman decided 
to conceal himself in the ravine just beneath where the monster would pass. 
His comrade would conceal himself on an elevation a short distance away to 
give the signal on the dragon's approach. Both took up their positions and 
awaited the arrival of the monster. 

After a short interval the huge animal could be seen at a distance lum- 
bering along the path toward the ravine. The signal was given and the young 
nobleman drew his sword. The earth seemed to tremble as the monster 
neared the ravine. The nobleman held his mighty sword in both hands and 
crouched in readiness. Just as the monster's head came in view over the 
young nobleman he struck a blow with all his bodily strength and severed it 
from the huge body. The deed was done. The dire calamities of the king- 
dom were now at an end. The victory was won. But before the nobleman 
could get from under the dragon's body, the poisonous blood poured on him, 
and he was saturated with it. He could neither see nor hear. He knew he 
must soon die. He quickly called his comrade to him and bade him take this 
message to the king: "Tell my father, the king of Rufland, that I have 
wrested his treasure from the dragon and freed his kingdom from its awful 
peril. I returned to him but would not make myself known until I had slain 
the monstrous dragon. In the fight some of the dragon's poisonous blood was 
spilled on me and I must die." The hero then passed away. 

The messenger swiftly went and related all to the king. The old king 
remembered his prayers. Yes, they were granted him. It was his son. He 
must be contented. The king had a magnificent temple of stone erected over 
the hero's grave, the ruins of which may be seen even to this day. 



Looking back down the avenues of time, and considering the generations 
after generations of men that have passed away, the brevity of human exist- 
ence makes one pause in his life course and ask himself the question: "Am I 
doing my duty towards God and man? Can I look my fellow-man in the face 
fearlessly, with a smile upon my lips that depicts the happiness in my heart 
because of duty well done? Can I converse with my God with a smile of con- 
tentment that tells of the peace and restfulness of the soul of a faithful ser- 
vant? Or must I hang my head in shame, not daring to smile lest anyone 
should penetrate the secrets of an unfaithful and undutiful heart? Or must I 
flee from the haunts of men and seek refuge in the wilderness, there to be 
unmolested and to die the death of the man who never smiles?" If I can re- 
ply in the positive to the first few of these questions, I am indeed a happy 

It has been said that a smile on the human countenance is as sunlight on 
a beautiful landscape. A smile from the depths of a sincere heart cheers the 
despondent, brightens homes filled with sorrow and gladdens all who fall 
under its influence. 

Did you ever see a beautiful smile? A smile to be beautiful must come 
upon the face direct from the impulse of the heart. It must be genuine, sug- 
gested by kindly feelings of affection or real sympathy. Smiling is never 
artificial, for the very fact that it cannot be. If it is an acquired grimace it 
ceases to be a smile. Never try to force yourself to smile, because that seems 
to others worse than a frown. A forced smile is merely a distortion of the 
face and it usually brings forth the ridicule of others. Picture to yourself 
a man who always greets everyone with a pleasant smile. Does he not en- 
courage and give new energy to those who are despondent, and cheer and 
warm the hearts of the unhappy? Whereas the man whose face is always 
darkened by a frown is painful to look at. The one is beautiful and serene, 
the other painful and distressing. The former spreading an atmosphere of 
happiness, the latter shrouding all in gloom. 

What is more beautiful than a mother's smile, as she looks down at her 
little babe, caressing it with a heart full of love and affection? And again, 
what is more serene than the smile of your old grandmother, her head covered 
with locks of snowy white, as she relates to you the harmless frolics of her 
childhood days? The one is the smile of cherished hope, the other the pleas- 
ure of memory. 

A smiling countenance is the outward sign of a contented spirit, and 
those who smile sincerely are not by disposition fretful. Always look for the 


silver lining of clouds; look at the bright side of the picture of life and a 
cheery smile will become habitual upon your face. 

Smile, then, brother, smile ! Fix things up with yourself in such a way 
that you will have a right to smile. Be at peace with yourself and with all 
men. Cultivate a smile and you will be charmed to find, to quote the homely 
verses, that : 

"The thing that goes farthest towards making life worth while, 

That costs the least and does the most, is just a pleasant smile. 

There is no room for sadness when we see a cheery smile ; 

It always has the same good luck, it's never out of style. 

It nerves us on to try again when failure makes us blue ; 

The dimples of encouragement are good for me and you. 

It pays a higher interest, because it's merely lent; 

It's worth a million dollars, and it doesn't cost a cent." 

B. A. BRULATOUR, '15. 

"Jack, I'm going to take boxing lessons." 

I was busy reading the paper and did not answer. 

"If I were only able to box well, I would consider my education com- 
plete," continued Bill. Having delivered these remarks he gracefully filled 
his pipe and lit it. 

Bill Cameron was an art student. No! he didn't restrict himself to the 
aesthetic, he was an Art Student, the kind that our colleges are turning out, 
with and without degrees. He was a Senior, well read, and an entertaining 
talker on many subjects. Bring up a question of classical antiquity and you 
would find him quite at home. Bring up the subject of athletics — any de- 
partment — and you could rest satisfied on Bill's accurate and extended 

Have you ever pictured a young fellow — sort of Gibson man, yet not en- 
tirely Gibsonish ; sort of Christy creation, yet not exactly Christif ied ; just 
a combination of these two. If you can imagine that picture you hare a fairly 
good impression of Bill Cameron externally as I know him. He was a favorite 
with the fellows, always in for a good time, and besides he could do things on 
the gridiron, track and diamond. With the faculty he was William Brilliant, 
with capital letters. During the years leading up to senior he found it ad- 
visable to pay occasional visits to certain professors, but Bill invariably left 
their company smiling reflectively. Now if you could only have seen that 
satisfied smile, starting from the corners of his lips, slowly creeping over the 


dimpling chin, lighting the eyes and terminating in the explosion of soft, 
melodious laughter — just then it was that Bill was good to look upon. 

When Bill Cameron felt like studying he could accomplish more in one 
hour than most fellows could in four. But unfortunately my good friend was 
conscientiously opposed to overwork. He would rather dream of green fields, 
running brooks, moonlight on the water and the Maid. At times I heard 
little else from Bill than discourses on this creature whom he invariably 
termed the Maid. Her picture in different styles adorned the four walls, the 
chiffonier, his desk, and reposed in every drawer in the room. The only 
positive information I could ever squeeze out of him regarding this wondrous 
entity was that she had red hair. Bill said, "her tresses were a burnished 
glory shining like spun gold when the sunbeams play on it." Her eyes were 
probably blue, for, to quote him again, "they were the azure of a summer's 
sky." In short, I understood, judging from her pictures and making due al- 
lowance for the rustic photographer's lack of technical skill, that the Maid 
was a passably good example of the American girl. Bill's description was 
somewhat circumstantial and ideal. If you were to hear him discourse on her 
merit and charms, you might — unless you were quite sentimental yourself— 
smile. If you were past that age or in a hurry, then you might say, "Bosh." 

Bill Cameron could write letters. Every day at least a dozen had to be 
answered. I honestly believe he carried on a correspondence with every 
Senior, Junior, Sophomore and Special at — well, at a large college where 
young men are very seldom seen. Of a certainty every time Bill would walk 
towards the postoffice, two days later he would receive a daintily perfumed 
missive from the red-haired girl. His infatuation had begun I don't know 
when. I met him as a pal after the first meal of our Freshman year and the 
case was not in the first stages of development even at that date. 

Something went wrong with them last fall — none of our business of 
course — but the letters from and to the Maid actually ceased. Bill didn't 
show must exterior regret; only that dreamy, far-away look deepened in his 
eyes. Then his other correspondence suffered ; just why I did not attempt to 
find out. He was then "completing his education" under a capable instruc- 
tor, and could hit straight from the shoulder — but that isn't why I didn't 
question him about neglecting his old pastime of letter-writing. I sincerely 
believed that Bill had forgotten the Maid and didn't care to recall the sub- 
ject to his mind. I didn't like the way he had been playing the game. His 
play was entirely too strong, or rather too consistent. Writing a letter every 
other day — and sending it — to a red-headed girl has marred many a most 
promising career. 

It scarcely seemed natural that Bill Cameron should be so foolish, but 
he had on several occasions talked seriously about settling down. Before our 
mid-year exams in February, which threatened to be fierce, he had planned 


to do something desperate if he flunked — and the Maid was involved in his 
plans. However, things went happily for both Bill and me. That is how Ave 
happened to be in the same quarters again. Now that he had become more 
sensible I quit urging him to forget the golden splendors of this mysterious 
girl. Everything looked smooth, though I couldn't quite comprehend how he 
forgot the Maid entirely, as he seemed to have done. Her picture was on the 
wall, but only as an incidental. It no longer obtruded itself on you as the 
only theme of art and conversation. 

Well, the year dragged on, and on the day of his graduation we broke 
up housekeeping. That wasn't much of a job, as various articles were al- 
ready broken, and the rest were unbreakable. Bill felt like talking that 
morning and the advice he gave me was boiling over with wisdom, but I was 
packing my trunk and couldn't follow much of it. However, when Bill 
started packing my turn came and I proceeded to extend my views on how 
to get what the world owes you. I knew he wouldn't pay much attention, 
but I was leading up to something else. I simply had to give my friends 
warning concerning his red peril. I led up to the topic, as I thought, quite 
gently. He had been very communicative until I mentioned her name, then 
he began packing his trunk in real earnest, without regard to order. How- 
ever, I managed to extract from him three straightforward "Nopes. '' 

"Heard from the Maid lately?" I asked suddenly. 

"Nope! — not directly," Bill answered. 

"Written to her lately?" was my next question. 

"Nope! — not for some time,'' he replied. 

"Going to?" was my last. 

"Nope!" And with that Bill slammed the lid of his trunk and locked it. 

At the station Bill's train left before mine. We had said goodbye sev- 
eral times already, but just as the train was pulling out I said it again and 
then added : 

"Now, Bill Cameron, whatever you do, don't let that red-headed girl get 

He smiled and nodded, which, I suppose meant: "Don't worry." 

I didn't hear from Bill for some time. Then a letter came, followed by 
several others. The Maid was not mentioned in any of them. I was begin- 
ning to think that my advice to Bill was not all in vain, and you know your- 
self how one feels when he thinks that his wisdom is appreciated. I wrote 
several times to Bill, telling him what news I could without making any 
reference to the red-haired damsel. You can imagine how I felt on the 
morning of September 5th. I received a telegram, and on tearing it open 

"The Maid got me all right. Come down the 20th sure." 

(Signed) Bill. 


Well, after I recovered somewhat I decided to go down. Bill Cameron 
wore the customary black. There were music and flowers and all that, but 
what I wanted to know was: "How did the red-haired girl finally get Bill?" 

I asked him, but he only gave me that old-time chuckle in response. 
Then I questioned the Maid— that is, the matron, Mrs. Bill Cameron. The 
light in her blue eyes deepened into the purple of early dawn and her hair 
seemed a massive crown of shimmering radiance. She only smiled. Then I 
knew how the Maid finally got Bill. 

"Alas!" I thought to myself with bitterness as I called to mind how Bill 
had been absorbed in domestic affairs and lost forever to the diamond and ' 
gridiron, "Alas! it is the world-old fascination — the accursed lure of gold." 


Wqt Intoa af Christ 

E. I. F 

Along the sacred aisles they come, 
With softened step and slow, 

The Brides of Christ, His chosen Fair, 
Arrayed in purest snow. 

To altar steps they wend their way, 
Where gleams the mellow light; 

Where fragrant lilies lend their charm, 
To grace the holy sight. 

Loud swell the throbbing chords of sound, 

Sweet anthems fill the air; 
Mystic stillness creeping fills 

The soul with ecstacy. 

Before the altar throne they kneel, 
And pledge their holy word, 

The faithful brides to be till death, 
Of Christ their King and Lord. 

"0 Lover of our virgin hearts, 
These hearts we give to Thee; 

Their every throb, their hopes, their love, 
Be Thine eternally." 

"We crave no other will but Thine, 

No riches save Thy graee ; 
On earth to serve, in heaven to love, 

And see Thee face to face." 

The bond is sealed, the promise made, 
Their hearts with bliss abound; 

For Christ His virgin Brides, and Him 
His chosen ones have found. 

Spouse of Christ ! how blest your lot ! 

For when life's dream is o'er, 
'Tis yours to tend the spotless Lamb, 

In heaven for evermore. 


A Btuhvi ttt Hark 


There is only one thing that a negro loves better than chicken, and that, 
according to the best authorities, is a roasted 'possum with sweet potatoes. 

The incident which I am about to relate happened near the town of C , 

in northern Louisiana, and if you will take the trouble to visit the place and 
inquire into the veracity of my story, you will find that although it happened 
years ago, it is still well remembered. 

Early one summer morning there was a great commotion near Aunt 
Betty's cabin down in the plantation quarters. Standing around the door 
was a small crowd of colored women, gathered to hear Aunt Betty's stream 
of oratory which was poured forth in a manner at once loud and demonstra- 
tive. She seemed to be very much perturbed and held up in one hand an old 
tattered black hat, while the other clutched a fine Leghorn rooster. She 
wound up her speech in this manner: "Here am de hat and here am de 
chicken. Yo' all knows who de hat is de proputy of? Why, Harry Gibson 
done wore hit since las' grinding when he got paid off and bought him a new 
outfit, after footin' de ration bill. And de chicken, who else but de madam 
got sech fine portry round here. I'se gwine to ca'ay 'em right on up to de big 
house and show 'em to de boss." 

There was a murmur of approval, and all testified as to the ownership 
of the hat, for Harry Gibson's was a familiar figure around the place. He 
hardly did anything but loaf, and it was a constant source of wonder as to 
how he managed to stock his larder. The secret was now out. 

After having vented her spleen, Aunt Betty put on her bonnet and leis- 
urly started towards the residence of Mr. Edward Humpreys, who was the 
owner of the plantation. Aunt Betty acted in the capacity of cook and had 
held the same position for ten years. After she had tidied up the kitchen and 
kindled a fire, she proceeded upstairs, knocked at the door, and at the re- 
sponse of: "Come in," entered, and bade her lady: "Good morning." 

"Good morning, Aunt Betty. "What have you there? A man's hat and — 
why, it's one of my chickens!" 

"Yes, mum," she answered, "it shore is. Dis morning long 'bout two 
o'clock I woke up and heard a racket in de chimbly. At first it sounded lak 
dose chimbly-sweeps what you 'all calls swallors. Den sumpin hit flop right 
smack on de harth. I shore was skeered. I thought I'd die. Howsomever 1 
shook Rufus as hard as I cud without making no racket. But Rufus he done 
been down to de dago stand till late las' night, and come home walking sorter 
onsteady. So I see 'twarnt no use to fiddle wid him. Den de man commence 


to creep round ontil he found Rufus' does, whar he done lef dem on de flo\ 
I cud hear all Rufus' winnins jingle as de man tuk 'em out of Rufus' pocket 
and put them into his 'n. And it shore done made me' hot, 'cause Rufus say 
he done won two dollars and six bits at craps, not counting de treats. Den 
de robber crep up close to de bed, and begin to feel round fer my cash. I 
alius keeps it under my piller at night. When he done felt a little bit I got 
hot and cotched hold of his hat and har and begun to shout. He broke loose 
and jumped outen de window, busting it as he went, but I had his hat and 
there it is. When he done gone, that lazy no 'count nigger Rufus woke up, 
and then Uncle Peter what lives next do' come over and axes me wharefo' I 
make all dat fuss. I tells him, and he 'lows dat he'll catch dat skunky 
creetur. Him and Rufus looks all round and at las' de finds dis here 
chicken un'er de house and it shore am yourn." 

"You may cook it for yourself, Betty.'' 

"Well," continued Betty, "das erbout all, 'cept dat Rufus got so skeart 
dat he turned sober, and he am out ploughing in de field now. He lows 
dat if he ever catches dat nigger he'll run him tell he wears de soles off en his 
feet. But don't you believe it, ma'am; Rufus 'ud hunt his hole if he sees dat 

After Aunt Betty had finished her tale of woe, she was instructed to tell 
her story to Mr. Humphreys, who would give her justice. This she did when 
he came in for breakfast. Mr. Humphreys then went to his overseer's cot- 
tage and consulted with him. When they had decided on a plan of action 
they proceeded to investigate Harry's cabin, for he seemed to be the culprit. 
They found it locked. However, the overseer was posted at the back door, 
and Mr. Humphreys knocked at the front. No sooner was this done than 
Harry ran out at the back only to be caught by the overseer. On entering 
the cabin it could easily be seen that the rascal meditated taking French 
leave. All of his few portable possessions, which consisted of pots, pans and 
so forth, were piled in the middle of the floor ready to be made into a bun- 
dle. In a cupboard were found a shirt and a pair of trousers full of soot and 
dirt. This evidence having been unearthed, Harry confessed and owned up 
to having stolen the chicken, but he stoutly denied having robbed Rufus. 
"Why," he said, "dat nigger didn't have a cent in his pocket and it made 
me cuss to think dat I clum all the way down dat chimb ley for nothing." 

As Harry seemed to be penitent and to fear a horse-whipping, he was not 
sent to jail, but was put to work splitting stove-wood near the owner's 
house. Aunt Betty seemed to bear the culprit no malice and when she came 
out for fuel they could be seen gossiping in perfect unity. However, as his 
escapade had been noised abroad, Harry soon moved off the plantation. Be- 
fore he left, the other negroes on the place led the culprit what is called a 
"dog's life." 




Luck, a word used very often in game or business, success or down-fall. 
No matter where you go, no matter where you are, it will always be luck, 
whether bad or good. Companions may differ, situations may change, time 
and circumstances may be altered, but luck is a companion never to be 
shaken off. It keeps its ubication at our side, it allows no time or circum- 
stances to gain a victory without it. 

But did you ever look deep into this very much used word? If you 
have you will find that it is always the best and hardest worker, who cap- 
tures the master instrument— "Good Luck." So true is this and so evident 
to the discerning mind that every civilized nation quotes the ancient proverb, 
"Fortuna fortes adjuvat." The man who does the deepest thinking, the 
broker who is the shiewdest, the capitalist who is the surest, the salesman 
who is the best orator, the stenographer who is the quickest, and the laborer 
who is the most strenuous worker, is the man whom luck follows, moves, 
urges, and in the contest of difficulties, clasps to his bosom with hooks of 

In athletic contests the same will be found to be true. In football you 
have the lucky man. Suppose the case, where the ball is on the twenty yard 
line. There are only two minutes to play. The opposing team is three 
points ahead. The half-back goes through tackle like a ball out of a cannon. 
He lays out the quarter who tries to stop him, and makes a touch-down. Not 
by luck, but by human strength which he possesses in an exuberant degree. 

Take the basketball player who makes a sensational shot, and saves the 
game. Is it luck altogether? No; if you notice him in practice, you will find 
that he has been working on this same shot for some time. He brings it down 
to such a fine point that he soon becomes accustomed to the throw, and we 
see clearly that it was long continued practice that enabled him to make that 
basket, and not simply luck. 

Then we have our "National Game." I am sure my reader patronizes 
this wonderful game, and, if so, he doubtless has often heard the remark, 
"Hard luck, old boy." Why is it that the batter failed to connect with the 
ball? Why did the fielder make that error? Why did the pitcher walk that 
man? Why was the runner tagged out at home? These are a few of the 
many questions that we frequently hear asked while at the ball game. They 
are very easy to answer if you leave out the term "Luck." As to the first 
question we can furnish a good many reasons. The pitcher's curves broke in 
various unfamiliar places, or the ball was a little lower or higher than 
usual. As regards our second interrogation, we can say: "The bounce was 


not good, the ball was too swift or the player a little slow." What was the 
pitcher's trouble? He was up all night or the majority of the hours of it. 
He had a better time than usual the night before. His arm was stiff and sore 
from overwork, or he had been laid up without practice. So you see all the 
mishaps in baseball are not to be laid at the door of luck. 

Look now at our modern gambler, the luckiest or unluckiest man in the 
world. What is the mystery of the lucky gambler? He is shrewd and 
quick in mind, or an expert in legerdemain. He wins, and very seldom loses. 
Why? Because he knows by experience when to bet and when to drop out. 
He knows how and on what to bet. This is our lucky gambler. The unlucky 
gambler is often unexperienced, or one who is waiting for his luck to turn 
up. He waits, but nothing ever happens, he wins seldom and loses often, 
because his bets are made carelessly. Consequently his losses are heavy. 

Now anyone who drinks deep in the knowledge of human nature, knows 
from what source proceeds that which we call luck. For a man who has a 
good method is the man that has good luck. He who half dozes, while gazing 
around for good luck, with his arms folded, is the man who always finds the 
reverse. The winner is the luckiest, but it is usually because the winner is 
the best. The best man is the luckiest man. This can be found in every nook 
and corner of the earth. No matter what company you keep, no matter 
where you are, no matter who you are, you will find that the best man is 
the luckiest man. 

Olultur? of % lat? Palm 


Among the various plants which the vegetable world offers for our con- 
sideration, there is none that I can think of that would prove as interesting 
and at the same time educating, as that type of Palmaceae known as the date 

This beautiful tree was one of the first plants to be cultivated by the 
Arabs and it yields a most delicious fruit, the date. The date palm is among 
the oldest of cultivated plants and has been fully described and carefully 
figured on the wall sculptures of the ancient Assyrians. It is very highly 
esteemed in Egypt and throughout the Sahara Desert. Very probably the 
date palm existed in ancient Africa, before the arrival of the Arabs. The 
introduction of the camel made it possible for the inhabitants of the desert 
to obtain all the food necessary, simply by growing dates and exchanging 
them for other food material. Thus the culture of the date palm became 
and is still the most important industry throughout the Sahara Desert. 


The date tree is xerophytic, in a certain sense, rising to the height of 
eighty or ninety feet. It is indigenous to the Sahara Desert and regions of 
northern Africa. The average palm tree produces from fifteen to sixteen 
leaves in a year. These leaves remain alive and green for several years, after 
which they fall over, in order to give place for neAV leaves, and remain attached 
to the trunk. The trees vary in size. Some reaching upward to a consider- 
able height, others not exceeding twenty feet. On account of its beautiful 
-appearance tbe date palm has been styled the "Prince of Vegetables." 

The fruit which the tree yields is produced in large bunches, like the 
banana, each bunch weighing in the neighborhood of about twenty-five or 
thirty pounds. An adult tree, that is a tree which is about eight summers 
old, has about seventeen bunches to account for, approximately about three 
hundred pounds of fruit. There are three qualities of dates, which are pro- 
duced by the trees cultivated in the Sahara. The first and third kind we are 
familiar with because they are used to a great extent by the American peo- 
ple. But the second kind has never been transported to this country, owing 
to the fact that the Arabs consider it the best date for their own every day 
use, being hard and least expensive. It would not do for table use, however, 
and in its place we have the "Deglet Noor," or "Date of the Light," as its 
name signifies. It is medium sized, amber-colored and translucent when 
ripe, having a soft flesh of the highest flavor. 

The date palm plays a very important part in the life of the inhabitants 
of Arabia and Africa because not only is its fruit of great food value, but the 
timber which it furnishes is used considerably in the construction of houses 
and other necessary objects. There is another use which the Arabs make of 
this beautiful plant besides using its fruit for food and its timber for 
houses. Tbe leaves which are feather-shaped and very large, frequently 
from ten to fifteen feet long, offer a partial shade under which it is possible 
to grow other trees and vegetables, which could not exist if subjected to the 
burning winds and direct rays of the desert sun. 

The difficulty which American cultivators of the date palm meet, in the 
growing of this tree, is the finding of suitable climatic conditions. For the 
tree may grow to a great height, with finely shaped leaves yet be barren of 
fruit because the peculiar conditions necessary for its fructification are want- 

The date palm is grown profitably only in arid regions, but at the same 
time demands a constant supply of water at its roots, and for this purpose 
small ditches are constructed between the rows ; while the leaves and trunk 
delight in a perfectly dry and hot climate. A well known Arab proverb, de- 
scribing the climatic requirements perfectly, runs: "The date palm, the 
queen of trees, must have her feet in running water and her head in the burn- 
ing sky." 


Another important condition for the cultivation of the date palm is that 
the winters be not too cold. For, although this remarkable tree is able to 
stand much more cold than the average fruit tree, it matures best in regions 
where the winters are not so severe. For example, when the tree is in a 
dormant condition it is entirely uninjured by temperatures ten and twelve 
degrees Fahrenheit below the freezing point. In the Sahara nothing is more 
feared by the inhabitants than a heavy rain just as the fruit is ripening. If 
it happens that a rainfall be followed by a few days of cloudy and humid 
weather, a whole crop may be lost. It is false, therefore, to think that by 
cause a tree flourishes in a region that it may be cultivated there profitably 
as a fruit tree. 

This remarkable tree was first introduced into America by the early 
Jesuit and Franciscan missionaries. It is not recorded, however, whether 
these first offshoots were successful. Later attempts to introduce the tree 
were successful in Mexico, Arizona and California. The quality of dates 
which are produced are not the best, owing not only to the difficulty of find- 
ing a suitable locality, but in getting the shoots from the best trees. Culti- 
vators have experimented in different parts of America and they have been 
successful to some extent where the region is most arid. 

The best dates produced in the United States to-day are plucked from 
the date trees which are cultivated in Arizona and Mexico. Partial success 
only has attended the efforts of the cultivators of the date palm in Cali- 
fornia, owing to the fact that cool sea breezes constantly invade that region, 
and dispel the hot atmosphere which is so essential to the growth of this re- 
markable tree. 

In order to transport the date palm to the United States, scientists se- 
cured offshoots from some of the best fruit bearing trees cultivated in the 
Sahara. These offshoots were packed in boxes, separated by some soft cloth, 
so as not to damage them. In this way we were able to procure the trees 
which are at present being cultivated in Arizona, California and Mexico, and 
which yield yearly nearly four hundred thousand dollars worth of fruit. The 
offshoots in order to grow successfully must be planted in rows at a certain 
distance from each other. The Arabs, however, do not consider this and with 
their method it is very difficult to keep account of the trees which have been 
pollinated and those Which have not been. Of course this applies only to 
those trees which the Arabs had to pollinate themselves. 

Unlike most fruit trees the date palm is dioecious, that is, has the flower 
producing the pollen on one tree and the fruit formed on another. The pol- 
len is carried by the wind, just as in the ordinary wind pollinated flowers, 
from the pollen boxes of the male flowers to the stigmatic surface of the fe- 
male flower. The Arabs find that the flowers can be pollinated artificially 
and they have recourse to the following method : They climb the female 


tree and tie a pollen producing flower in a cluster of female flowers. In this 
way a single male tree is made to pollinate the flowers of a great number of 
female trees; whereas if the pollination is left to the wind almost as many 
male trees are required as there are female trees. 

The age at which the date palm comes into bearing depends much upon 
the climate and soil. Where planted in rich soil and watered abundantly, 
and where the summer heat is intense and long-continued the date palm may 
begin to fruit when very young. However, trees are not considered by cul- 
tivators to yield paying quantities until they are at least six to eight years 

The dates are allowed to mature on the trees, after which they are 
gathered, cured and packed in layers in small boxes, and then sent into the 

A Ira f p*a fur % Mratai f tjtaaplji} 

■■ GEORGE L. MAYER, '12. 

Scholastic philosophy has been associated in the minds of not a few with 
such paltry quirks as, for example, how many angels can dance on the point 
of a needle ; also with an endless number of fine-spun subtleties and hair- 
splitting distinctions. In short, it is synonymous with the term, "dry goods 
and notions." On all sides it is apparent that much of the prejudice that 
arose against scholastic philosophy has now given way to a keen appreciation 
of its truths, and confidence in its positions. Every philosopher in his sincere 
search after truth has found in it a spiritual leaven against all that is sham 
in ethics, dangerous in mental philosophy, and subversive in political economy. 
Mr. Perrier's work on this point has greatly contributed to its revival in many 
parts of this country. 

The great Aristotle, the philosopher of philosophers, is truly styled the 
fother of scholasticism. This system, far from being opposed to science, as we 
are told, has science for its very backbone. Its followers are the earnest 
seekers and lovers of truth under its manifold aspects. 

Upon taking up history we find scholasticism prevalent in the schools of 
the middle ages. But it did not long hold its supremacy, for there sprang up 
some bitter foes, who from the hatred of what they wrongfully assumed to be 
scholastic philosophers, began to pour the vials of their wrathful ridicule upon 
the system itself. Its doctrines were attacked by the English reformers. 


Hume, Mill, Mansel, Hamilton, and others. These men threw dust into the 
eyes of the uncautious reader, and soon led him away from the well-trodden 
highway of knowledge into the pitfalls of error. The minor logic of the 
scholastics did not suffer much criticism at their hands, but the theory of the 
universals in major logic was the first great thesis which was submitted to 
their merciless castigation. And because they did not, and could not, dis- 
cover any object corresponding to that concept, they simply accorded it a 
certificate of non-existence, thus' denying to the mind of man its greatest 
dowry, the power of mental abstraction. Other questions of metaphysics 
fared no better at their hands. These they likewise regarded as mere mental 
figments. The fear of laying themselves open to the charge of inconsistency 
led them to beat from the field the theory of the possibles and that of matter 
and form, as defended by the scholastics. Reform, what awful things have 
been done in thy name ! Then invading the domain of cosmology, the so- 
called modern thinkers made frantic efforts to explain the origin of all mun- 
dane realities from self-existent matter, the most self-contradictory statement 
over thrust upon an intelligent people. Psyhology could not escape the as- 
saults of the reformers. The simplicity of the human soul and its spirituality, 
involving its survival of the body and its permanent immortality were scorned 
and scoffed at. The thought was indeed a troublesome bed-fellow to those 
worshippers at the shrine of sensuality. And so it, too, had to go. Thus they 
continued to condemn everything that could not be seen, felt, heard or smelt. 
When they had completed their work, for the simple reason that there was 
nothing left standing, nothing more could be reformed. And so the blow 
dealt Scholasticism was deemed so fatal by its opponents, that it must now be 
dead. But what they thought to be death was but a temporary slumber. 
Though apparently wounded, it found refuge in the cloisters among the monks, 
until such time as it might again emerge from its shelter, don its pristine 
splendor and wear once more the crown which a ruthless foe had in vain tried 
to tear from its brow. We, now in this twentieth century, have the privilege 
and consolation of seeing the truth once crushed to earth and seemingly 
stamped out rise and flourish. 

Nevertheless its enemies are still numerous; among whom we find those 
who are unwilling to search for truth where only it can be got at, those who 
are unwilling to acknowledge the great Uncaused Cause, and finally, those 
whom the force of habit has entangled in the meshes of sin. That antagonism 
meets one at every step. It is displayed in the literature of the day, in the lec- 
tures delivered at our great universities, and even in the pulpit. Catholic 
philosophy is a target at which chemists, and physicists unceasingly hurl their 
shafts. This, however, need not dishearten the earnest student; for, as has 
been already mentioned, in the literature of the present day may be detected 
the signs of a growing interest in metaphysical researches. The tide is evi- 


dently turning, and it were well if we could take it at the flood, but how? 
That verily is the question. For again let it be repeated there are not a few 
well informed men in English-speaking countries, even among those whose 
profession is the teaching of physical sciences, who, bewildered at this Babel 
of new philosophies springing up all around them, are sighing for a return of 
the old philosophy, but do not know where to meet with it. They could, it is 
true, turn to the folios of the scholastic doctors, but this surely is to ask too 
much of men who have neither the leisure, nor the preparation required for 
such an eclectic course. "What, then, can be done to foster the study of 
scholastic philosophy and bring it within reach of the cultured classes? We 
humbly submit the advisability of a complete course of philosophy dressed in 
an English garb, and freed from that terminology which is so often an im- 
pediment instead of a help. We have indeed excellent manuals on the subject, 
but these are either too diffuse or too brief. To compendiate Metaphyics as 
some of these authors do is "to lull a giant to slumber in a baby's cradle." 
To say that the study of Mental Philosophy is easy is to show a woful ignor- 
ance of the meaning of the term. It requires continued and patient care and 
attention. It is an error to suppose that true philosophy can be mastered in 
an hour, that one can jump into it as into a suit of new-made clothes. You 
cannot read a treatise on Metaphysics as you peruse the pages of a novel. 
Hence, to publish philosophy in that compendious form, which in a great 
measure prevails in this country, may be useful enough with the aid of a 
skilled professor, but what of those who lack such help? It is such we have in 
our mind's eye presently, and they could be benefited only by a more com- 
plete treatise than that which usually issues from the press. By completeness, 
however, we do not mean diffusiveness, a charge which may be laid at the door 
of some otherwise excellent manuals which might be quoted. 

Therefore, if this brief paper has served to banish from the minds of some 
a prejudice against Scholastic Philosophy, and to lead those who are well 
equipped for the task to publish a work which may be within the intellectual 
reach of all, the writer may be pardoned for modestly indulging the hope that 
those few jottings have not fallen short of their purpose. 


M % #$ririt nf faster 


As Carlo reached the sidewalk after a late breakfast he lifted his hat and 
inhaled of the light spring breeze that found its way into this congested 
quarter of the city. The hotel he had just left was the best in the city, and at 
night, limousines by the scores drew up at its front to disgorge the lions and 
butterflies for its gay banquet room. He did not step into a hansom, but 
walked to the corner, where he hailed a passing car to the suburbs. 

When he walked to his seat there was a craning of necks, for the occu- 
pants were aware that a Personage was in their midst. His light grey suit 
and wide-brimmed straw hat enhanced his clear-cut features, and the cane he 
carried did not mark him a fop, but rather gave him a look of distinction. He 
created consternation when he stopped the car at the entrance to the Home for 
the Aged. A person of his rank going there ! But a word about the Personage. 

The night before, in the realms of grand opera there had revelled a tenor 
who was nearing the close of his first season. Patrons were charmed, the pub- 
lic gave vent to praises, the papers featured him with full page write-ups. 
For a charmer indeed had appeared, and Carlo Luscini was the name on every 
tongue when grand opera was the subject of conversation. 

As he walked up the hedge-bordered avenue to the Home he tried to con- 
centrate his thoughts on his mission. His head was turned certainly. Was 
he really going to flaunt himself before the eyes of her who was a child with 
him? He tried to analyze his feelings. He could not explain satisfactorily to 
himself why he had come. His summons was answered by the portress, and he 
asked to see a Sister Agnes, if she was in. 

Saying she would call her, the Sister left him in the reception room. As 
he gazed around at the cheap prints on the wall, he smiled. Would not Angelo, 
Rembrandt and Hoffman shudder at these lithographed representations. He 
had been in salons where great masters hung, and his, the soul of an artist, 
had been carried away by the grandeur of their pictures. Finally his eye 
caught sight of a crucifix. It brought before him the object of his visit. 

They had been playmates, and many a childish quarrel had ended in these 
words: "Yes, I'm going to be a nun, you mean, horrid boy." Such a threat 
could never be taken seriously, and yet when they had come to the parting of 
the ways, she chose the better way, and he went off to study in the conserva- 
tory. Now, after a good many years they happened to be in the same city. 
He had not known it until his engagement was nearly at an end. Hence his 
visit. He admitted to himself that he came out of curiosity, to see the change 
wrought behind the religious veil on one who once courted admiration in the 
full glory of worldly brocade. 


His reverie was disturbed by the entrance of a tall, handsome sister who 
bore unmistakably the signs of refinement, though her hands were not lily 
white nor her finger nails a delicate pink. Her dignity of bearing told cer- 
tainly that she had once been a queen among queens. 

"Charles!" - 


The surprise was Margaret's. They clasped hands warmly. It was evi- 
dent that Charles was embarrassed what to do in these circumstances. But 
Margaret came to his rescue. 

"I was surprised when Sister Angelina announced a caller; and she de- 
scribed him as very rich looking. I never thought for a moment it was you. 
Why, it seems an age since we saw each other last. I know you have grown 
in wisdom — tell me about yourself. My life here is the same day after day." 

"Yes, I imagine so. But do you know, Margaret, if I could find the foun- 
tain of perpetual youth I'd drink it dry. I'm famous, too." This last was 
said in his old tone of boyish pride. 

They continued to talk as two long parted friends often do. He told of 
his new name and his success, and finally they touched upon religion. 

"Do you practice your faith at all?" asked Margaret. 

Charles answered the inquiry truthfully. He had grown cold in his faith. 
In years' he had not set foot inside a church. He excused himself, saying his 
art stood in the way of such things. Besides, what would all his rich admirers 
say were they to see him going to church. He should lose his prestige. In 
vain Margaret reasoned ; she expostulated. 

"Next Sunday is the first in Lent, and your season closes this week. 
Come to the chapel here for Mass, Charles. Or, if you don't want to come to 
Mass, come just to sing for the inmates. It would be a rare treat." 

"Really, Margaret, I can't promise." 

His brow puckered. He had engagements for almost all that Sunday. 

"In fact, I shan't be able to. I'll want to rest up after this week." 

"If going out and having a good time is resting up, Charles, I can see 
your condition at the end of your rest. No, Charles, that very success which 
keeps you so rushed you owe to your God. I do not ask too much. Suppose 
you come just to sing, — just a sort of farewell affair. You will not have a 
cultured nor intelligent audience, but think of the reward — their love and 
gratitude, infinitely more than all the praises of all who ever heard you." 

Charles was undecided when he left some time afterwards whether to 
please Margaret or favor the reigning queen of society, who had asked him for 
the week-end. 

His better self prevailed, and he wrote an apology to his hostess. In her 
drawing room he could sing and be petted, but would he be appreciated? 
These people had often heard him and others. He was just a fad now. On 


the other hand, in the refectory of the Home he could sing, but would he not 
be appreciated? These simple folk would think him a being come from 
Heaven with the voice of an angel. They would think him wonderful. Would 
he not feel the pleasure of superiority? 

The week passed and Sunday dawned abright, with -rosy promises for 
another Sunday not forty days away. As Charles was being driven out of the 
bustle in a car that one of his friends had placed at his disposal, he sighed con- 
tentedly. He could not draw back now. He had paid for his curiosity, and 
strangely he felt glad. 

Margaret met him at the door. She knew he would come and had Mass 
postponed. Together they went into the chapel. Margaret left him in a pew 
and went into the community section from where she watched with dimmed 
eyes his attempts to appear at ease. 

After Mass, all went into the refectory where Sister Agnes introduced 
Signior Carlo Luscini, who had come for Mass. He was an opera singer. 
Would he sing? He was glad to. He rose and sang some of the roles that had 
won him his fame. He sang as he never had before. The room was a large, 
airy one, and his voice filled it; his audience was spell-bound. 

When he finished there was not the conventional applause he was ac- 
customed to. Instead, there were sighs, murmurs of "God bless him!" ana 
smiles that they spoke affection. 

# # * # # 

It is Easter morning. Everywhere the flowers are gay in their spring at- 
tire. In the chapel of the Home for the Aged there kneels at the Holy Table 
one whom the grace of God and the prayers of those in whose dreary lives he 
had brought a ray of sunshine, won back to the Fold. Truly Charles had risen. 


(HI? artng If ta 3 rxmh 


Jack Rambert, a student of Rueker Institute, sat in his well appointed 
room in Crumly Hall mentally buried in one of McCutcheon's latest novels. 
It was a dark and cold night ; outside the wind howled about the building, 
and the rain fell in torrents. The noise of a passing automobile startled Jack, 
and he rose, yawned a few times and glanced at the clock. He was very much 
surprised to find out that it was nearly twelve o'clock. "Nearly twelve, and 
Joe not in yet; he had better hurry, or 'Prof.' Jason will nab him sure,'' 
muttered Jack, as he prepared to retire for the night. 

Just as Rambert .was extinguishing the lights in his room, he heard a 
stealthy step approaching along the corridor. He listened in absolute silence. 
No other sound was audible, save the occasional howling of the wind, the 
ceaseless patter of rain, and the measured tread in the hall. The footsteps 
approached till they reached Jack's door, and then after a few seconds' 
pause, continued down the hallway. "It must be the night-watchman,'' mut- 
tered Jack to himself. "For who else would be around at this hour of the 
night? But nevertheless I will make sure and look." Thus soliloquizing, he 
softly opened the door and peering out into the dimly lighted corridor he 
discerned the large figure of his room-mate, just about to descend the stair- 

Quickly closing and locking the door, he sat on the edge of his bed, try- 
ing to comprehend the reason of Frankton's action. "What can he be up to? 
He must have something up," mused Jack. His inward reflections on the 
matter were rudely interrupted by the "chug, chug, chug," of a motor-car, 
which was passing directly beneath his window. "By Jove, but that sounds 
like Joe's car," said Jack softly, and at the same moment he drew back the 
window curtain, and gazed after the fast disappearing red and green lights 
of a large machine which was speeding along the "Old Pike." 

"No, it couldn't be Joe's," he mused, and with this remark he surrendered 
to the overpowering influence of gentle sleep, and was soon in Slumberland. 

The next morning upon awakening he was very much surprised to find 
Joe's bed vacant, and no signs to indicate that his room-mate had spent the 
night in the room. 

As soon as he finished dressing, Rambert went over to Science Hall, 
thinking that he might find his room-mate over there ; for it happened that 
Joe was very fond of the sciences, especially chemistry. He was reputed to 
be the best chemist among the students of the institute. 

But the walk was unfruitful. He could not locate Joe, so he turned his 


footsteps towards his favorite cafe. While waiting for his breakfast to be 
served, he bought the morning paper, and glancing at the front page, his eye 
was arrested by the following lines in bold type: "Second National Bank 
Looted Last Night." 

His interest quickened, when reading the particulars he learned that the 
robber had been an experienced chemist, as the safe had been blown open 
noiselessly, by the aid of strong chemicals. The paper stated that the rob- 
bery had taken place about twelve o'clock, and that the robber or robbers 
evidently made away in a machine, judging from the tire tracks in the bank's 
alley. As he read these facts, cold beads of persuiration stood on his for- 
head, for a terrible suspicion dawned upon him ; his room-mate, sneaking 
about the corridor, the fact of his being an experienced chemist, and the 
motor, all coincided with the newspaper's report. Even the time, twelve 
o'clock was correct. "Lord," thought Rambert, "could it have been Joe? 
What in heaven's name would induce him to do such a thing? No, God for- 
give me for the suspicion ; Joe is too noble, too honorable, he could not have 
been the robber; but yet the evidence." 

Hurriedly consuming his breakfast, he hastened to the Globe Garage, 
where Joe kept his car. Upon reaching the garage, he enquired about Frank- 
ton and his car; but all the information he could get was: "Mr. Frankton 
took his machine out about eight o'clock last night and he hasn't returned 
with it yet." 

Jack was in an excited state of mind. He was loath to ask the advice of 
his many friends, for their view of the case would, in all probability, be con- 
vinced by Joe's absence, and by all of these strange coincidences of the case. 
At last, however, he decided to hire a machine and drive out on the "Old 
Pike," and see if he could gather any information as to Joe's whereabouts. 

About two miles out of Baltimore, he came to a fork of the "Old Pike," 
and on closely examining it he found unmistakable evidence that Joe's car 
had been lately driven over- it, for the tires of his car had a peculiar patent 
for preventing punctures which left irregular indentations on the earth, and 
these were noticed by Jack, just a little off of the regular path of the road. 

Quickly turning his car into the fork, he obtained all the speed possible 
out of his powerful car, and was soon about four miles distant from the "Old 
Pike," when suddenly he was startled to see a large red car, half overturned, 
with one wheel completely demolished, obstructing his way. Driving near 
the wrecked car, he sprang lightly to the ground. 

The scene before him filled him with consternation and horror. Directly 
in front of the red machine lay his room-mate in a pool of his own blood, a 
deep cut over his ear and an ugly wound on his forehead, plainly telling the 
story of the knife and club. All about Joe's body lay bank notes and pieces 
of coin. "My God," groaned the sobbing Jack, "Joe murdered, and a thief! 


Oh, it cannot be!" and uttering these words, he stooped to pick up a large 
slip of paper that fluttered near the corpse of his dead room-mate. With a 
loud cry, Jack discovered it to be a letter from his friend, scribbled just be- 
fore he had expired. It read as follows : 

"Jack — Am dying but must write this — it explains all. Last night I 
heard noises in rear of Second National — then I saw two men getting in back 
window — I ran to institute to get you — our room was dark — thought you 
asleep — so hurried back to get police. As I came near the bank a machine 
stopped by it — tAVO men with bags in their hands jumped in — they made off 
down the "Old Pike." I pursued till they ran into a stump here and wrecked 
their car — I did not have a chance to get out of my seat — but was struck over 
the head — then a brute stabbed me above the ear — they pitched me to the 
ground — scattering bank notes and coin about, to put blame on me — they 
made off in my car — I think to Philadelphia. For my sake, Jack, hunt them 
down — avenge me. There are four — two are tall — spare. Two are short — 
heavy — typical Italians — tall man with cross-scar over left eye gave me my 
death blow. For God's sake, protect my sweet mother and sister Helen — 
give them my love — they are all alone now — but you. Oh God — the pain in 
my head — I can't write more — Good-bye — Joe. 

When Jack finished reading his last letter of his dearly beloved friend, 
he could restrain his tears no longer, and in a loud burst of anger and sorrow — 
anger against the perpetrators of so foul a deed and sorrow for the loss of 
his dear friend — he cried to High Heaven, to avenge the dastardly crime. 

As soon as he was composed he wrapped Joe's body in two great lap- 
robes, stretched it on the floor in the rear of his car, and hastened, with all 
speed, to the nearest railroad station. There he telegraphed to the chief 
stations on the Pennsylvania en route to Philadelphia, to search all trains for 
four men corresponding to the description he gave and to place them under 

At last the answer came, from Reading, that four men answering to his 
description had been placed under arrest. In the meantime, he had caused 
Frankton's body to be embalmed and expressed to his home in Pittsburg. 

When Jack arrived in Reading, he identified the men as' exactly corres- 
ponding to the description by his room-mate. They were tried and convicted. 
The man with the scar above his eye was condemned to be hanged, while his 
three companions were each given a life sentence. Thus was the foul murder 
of Frankton avenged. 

It would not be out of place to add that Jack also complied with Joe's 
other request, namely, to protect his mother and sister, for five years after 
the tragedy Helen became Mrs. J. Rambert. 





All remittances, literary contributions and business letters should be addressed: THE SPRINGHILLIAN . Spring Hill, Alabama 




George l. Mayer, '12 Pierre J. Becker, 13 

Francis Meyer, '12 J. Francis Gillespie, '15 

Business manager John J. Druhan, '13 

Information or information — Hljidj ? 

Nothing could be more gratifying than the manly protests made by some 
of our university and college presidents some years ago with a view to elim- 
inating some of the more dangerous, not to say brutal, features of foot ball. 
The impulse given at the time to cleaner and more open playing has been felt 
ever since, and we had hoped that there would be no retrograde movement 
till American college foot ball should be not only a thrilling game for specta- 
tors and manly sport for college boys but a comparatively safe game, as well, 
for all who engaged in it. The game was fast becoming one in which superior 
intelligence, energy and agility counted for more than "main strength and 

What, then, was our disappointment on reading an account of the last 
meeting of the "powers that be" in footballdom to find that they have de- 
cided to cut out much of the fine, clean, open playing that has been a source 
of much unmixed pleasure for player and spectator alike, and to substitute 
for it the old bull-dog line plunges — and four "downs" at that to gain eight 
yards. We must confess that our first and lasting impression of the new 
rules was and is that in the councils which formulated them brawn triumphed 
over brain — the animal sat straddle of the man. 

Another objection to the new rules, and one which foot ball coaches were 
not slow in pointing out, is the big handicap it gives the large college and the 
university over smaller institutions. Weight and strength, and the more 
of both the better, is the great desideratum in the new reformed ( ?) game, and 
it stands to reason that the larger institutions, having thousands to draw 


upon for recruits will have these materials in far greater abundance than the 
smaller college. 

Finally, as a parting shot, as it were, to our friend the enemy, although 
we are neither a prophet nor the son of a prophet and, in general, have no 
desire to pose as a prophet of evils, we do unhesitatingly predict, forecast 
prophesy and foretell that when the list of casualties resulting from the 
glorious game are footed up for 1912 they will be found far in excess of those 
of any year since the more open, more scientific and brainier game has been 
in vogue. The reason for this is obvious. It is in the heavy mass plays that 
fatalities generally occur; and it is precisely this style of playing that will be 
used most in the new game, for the reason that, with four downs to gain eight 
yards it is the safest or rather surest ground gainer. 

3f m txnh Stym 


Though the walking down the lane on January 4th was a bit painful for 
most of us, still, after a day or so, everyone got into the routine and things 
have been going pretty smooth ever since. Some new faces were seen and 
old ones missed. Tales of good times were heard on every hand but there 
was a note of the "blues" in their telling. However, the Evangeline Banana 
and Ville Platte Weekly Disappointment arrives in our midst every week 
and brings news from far away to Lonesome Lee. 

Those who stayed in the college for the holidays say they had a good 
time. But home for ours ! Well, all this was three months ago. 

* # # # * 


A few days after our return Rev. Fr. Power, S. J., of New Orleans came 
to conduct our retreat which lasted for three days — January 18th, 19th and 
20th. His subject was of course Death, Judgment, and Heaven or Hell. The 

impression he created is made strikingly manifest. 

* # # • * 


The "flunkers' bell" rang for a few, a very few. Those who passed did 
well. Those who failed — well ! 

In the morning of February 1st The Yenni Literary Circle treated us to 
their three act play "The Sophomore.'' It was great. Praise cannot be 


given to only one but to all because each was a star. One of our editors must 
be congratulated on the massive shoulders he developed for the production. 
How many sweaters, Floss? 


Fr. Moynihan was among us for two or three weeks in February. This 

was his initial visit as our provincial. 

* # # # # 


On Mardi Gras night, Pete Becker's company of Charcoal Blossoms ap- 
peared on our stage with a number of songs and jokes, the latter more or less 
of tried quality. The end men, John Druhan and Ed. Cassidy, were very 
good niggers. All the song numbers were swell; P. J. Jr. perpetrated "'Nix 
on the Glow Worm Lena," with all the thrills of a deep-dyed ragger. Archi- 
bald rendered "Any Old Way You Cook Chicken" with all the soulfulness of 
a Caruso. Zan got on the "Steamboat" 0. K., but got off too soon. Jim made 
our mouths water for "Buckwheat Cakes" and Youree informed us' that he 
had "Nothing to do Until Tomorrow." Mullet gave the "Railroad Rag," 
and Ed. brought up the rear of the songsters with "On the New York, New 
Haven and Hartford." 

The Jungletown Orchestra was right there with all the newest selections 
and although the accompanist almost drowned out even the brass, still we 
caught the airs of some of our favorites. 


We were all grieved on February 22nd when we heard of the death of 
Fr. Hugh. Many of the present generation of Springhillians remember him 

as treasurer here some five years ago. 

* # # # # 


The editor-in-chief and his associate editors take this occasion to extend 
condolences to Clarence Lawless, '13, in the loss of his uncle; to John Gar- 
barino, '13, in the loss of his father ; to Maurice R. Woulfe, '13, in the loss of 

his uncle and to Owen B. Muldowney, '15, in the loss of his father. 

* # # # # 


On February 2nd the junior class had a half day and went to the Hill 
for an outing. (Honest, we had a good time.) The first five bald-heads of 
the season were along. They had their pictures taken and we would print 
them but the risk is great. Bill's sun-spots are now fast disappearing under a 
new crop of hair; Ploeh's bump is not as prominent as before; Pete, we be- 


lieve, still uses cold cream on his; Bob's little wisp in front is developing fast; 
and Daunis hopes to have a good roof on his coop in the near future. The 
officers elected in October to represent this brilliant class in all matters are, 
John Druhan, Pierre Becker and Daunis Braud. An omission was made in the 
December chronicle concerning this class. On November the 26th, having 
completed their Minor Logic, they had a half day. 

This year Spring Hill held the record for clipped heads. These Knights 
of the Shining Dome numbered almost fifty. In February the whole of the 
Freshman Class went "back to nature" as they expressed it. Now of course 
Teddies are coming out frightfully. 

# # # # # 


Did everybody here see Kelly? Well, I should worry, and all the other 
loyal sons of old Erin when they turned out for their parade. Our business 
manager shone resplendent in his emerald suit. And many others had 
draped themselves in the colors of the Shamrock. The band was in line with 

an Irish air and the serenade at the residence of Mr. Byrne was a feature. 

# # # # # 


While at dinner on March the 1th, we were introduced to two big 
leaguers — Lajoie and Manager Harry Davis of the Clevelnd Naps. They 
were given a cordial welcome by the fellows, the air ringing the while with 
yells for a speech but they only bowed themselves out. 

On this day also we had as guests for dinner John Nelson, '09, and W. 
K. Nicrosi, '10. Nick found things pretty much the same as when he was 

here only two years ago. 

# # # # # 


The feast-day of our patron saint was begun by a high Mass, the soloists 
of which were Grefer, Potter and Mayer; and progressed with the usual sere- 
nade in front of the Vice-President's office and a big dinner during which 
Right Rev. Bishop Allen granted us a holiday for the Tuesday following; 
and finally closed with our chanting at the illuminated shrine the customary 

hymns in honor of St. Joseph. 

# # * # » 


A pleasant feature of this year and one which makes for a greater Spring 
Hill is the series of intercollegiate games which have been secured. For the 
schedule, see the athletic section of this issue. Captain "Bob" Tarleton is a 
hard worker for his team and it was largely through his efforts that these 
games were gotten. 



Ere this magazine is good in your hands the three who are to represent 
Spring Hill in her annual debate with Loyola will have arrived in New 
Orleans. The debate, in Marquette Hall of Loyola University, will take place 
the evening of Wednesday, April 10th. Mayer and Woulfe, with Prohaska as 
substitute, represent Spring Hill and the question is: "Should the Senators 
be Elected by Direct Popular Vote?" Spring Hill upholds the negative. "We 
quote this from the Picayune of March the 11th: "Spring Hill's representa- 
tives for 1912 are no raw recruits from the rank and file but men of superior 
talent and experience, having won every contest in which they have engaged 
in the Portier Debating Society." We can only hope that success will crown 
their hard and steady work. So here's to their good luck! A large outpour- 
ing of Spring Hill's Alumni in New Orleans is expected to be present to 

cheer this year's representatives of the purple and white to victory. 

* # # # # 


This organization elected its second session officers on February 1st, and 
the result was : Maurice R. Woulfe, President ; Frank Prohaska, Secretary, 
and George Mayer, Censor. The society has gotten down to work and hopes 
to produce some literary lights before it closes for the term. Already has it 
had a question debated by four of the many new members who were ad- 
mitted at mid-term. 

* # # # * 


Under its director and able officers, Frank Meyer, Daunis Braud, and 
George Mayer, the band continues its high class music. A xylophone has been 

installed and now we have everything for a first class band. 

# # # # # 


The pool room is still up to its old standard under Barker, Prohaska and 
Celestin. They have framed up a code of rules which ought to make the 

pool room without a peer in past years. 

# * # # # 


The three Juniors in this department also have endeavored to make the 
library peerless in former years. Those who framed up the code of rules are 
P. Becker, F. Tarleton and L. Plauche. 

4f W w W w 


Prefect, J. Druhan ; First Assistant, G. Mayer ; Second Assistant, P. Beck- 
er; Secretary, F. Tarleton; Organist, F. Prohaska; Consultors, F. Meyer, L. 


Plauche, R. Needham, Jos. Cassidy ; Sacristans, W. Slattery, C. Adoue, M. Sa- 

laun, E. Cassidy. 

# # # # # 


F. Meyer (Chief) ; G. Mayer, 0. Muldowney, J. Druhan, P. Becker, L. 

Plauche, R. Needham. 

* * # # * 


The other officers about the college are disposed as follows : Bell 
ringer, Harrigan ; Store, Druhan, Mayer and Gervais; Study Hall, Meyer, 
Braud, Garbarino; Gymnasium, Druhan, Lawless and Dowe; "Refreshments," 
Woulfe, Slattery and Delahoussaye and Salaun. The ball leagues are cap- 
tained : First, Druhan and Jos. Cassidy; Second, Needham and Jim Becker; 
Third. Delahoussaye and Walmsley. Bob Tarleton is the captain of the 
Varsity Nine ; John Druhan, manager and Pierre Becker, assistant man- 

Arntranj of tlj? li>H0ttwgraplj 

Thursday's Register contained a report from the authorities of Spring 
Hill College, the famous institution of the Society of Jesus, near Mobile, 
giving readings and computations from the record by the college seismo- 
graph of an earthquake apparently over three thousand miles away. This 
report was given to the press early in the night. Some hours afterwards the 
Associated Press reported the earthquake at Valdez in Alaska, giving the time 
of the shock as 10:32 a. m. To enable appreciation of the accuracy in the cal- 
culations of location, distance, time and force of the shock made from the 
college seismograph reading, the report from the college is here reprinted : 

"Earthquake of considerable force, timed at 2:20 p. m. yesterday. The 
shock was of short duration, with all indications pointing in the direction of 
Alaska, at a distance of 3,700 miles by calculation. The earthquake occurred 
at 10:11 a. m., Alaska time." 

It will be observed that there is a difference of but one minute in the 
actual time reported by the Alaska observers and the time reported by the 
college scientist. Rev. Cyril Ruhlmann, S. J. In plain terms the seismograph 
at Spring Hill located the earthquake within 10.5 miles of the actual place 
where it occurred. — Mobile Register, February 2. 


Freshman Exhibition, December 21, 1912. 

Literary Program. 

The Story of the Bells John E. Niland 

Gaudium Magnum James A. Cassidy 

Xaipete Edward R. Schowalter 

A Revery of Christmas Eve Millard F. Neale 

Musical Program. 

Bridal Chorus — from Lohengrin Wagner 

College Orchestra. 

Alpenrose— Polka Francaise Lipp 

String Quartet. 

I Violin— Prof. A. J. Staub. II Violin— J. E. Herbert. Viola— Prof. A. J. 

Suffich. 'Cello— Mr. J. B. Bassieh. 

Iris — Intermezzo Renard 

Duet, Violin and Piano. 
Violin — M. M. Salaun. Piano — F. L. Prohaska. 

Bohemian Girl — Selection Balf e 

Second Division Band. 

Flower Song Tobani 

First Division Band. 


The Yenni Literary Circle presents "The Sophomore," a college comedy 
in three acts, January 31, 1912. 


Robert Stewart, the Sophomore, star full-back John W. Van Heuvel 

"Bud" Kennedy, Captain football team T. Yeend Potter 

"Kink" Banister, "Reddy" Sims, "Dutch" Hendricks, more Sophomores. . 

Christopher Timothy, Clarence A. Ricou, H. Manning McPhillips 

Livingston, Coach of team LeDoux Provosty 

"Owl" Griggs, a "greasy grind" Richard J. Ducote 

Professor Alden, A. M., B. B., Professor of Physics J. Emmet Niland 

Newton Alden, his bright young son J. Andrew Douglas 

"Buster" Brown, Manager of Team J. Frank Gillespie 

Members of Team. . . .C. J. Ducote Herbert, Julian B. McPhillips, William J. 

Frederich, Alvaro de Regil 


John, the Janitor Benson H. O'Brien 

Overture — Coronation March from the Prophet Meyerbeer 

College Orchestra. 

Reading of Notes. 

Physics class-room at Lakeville University. 

Alpenrose— Polka Franciase Lipp 

String Quartet. 

First Violin — Prof. A.. J. Staub. Second Violin — J. E. Herbert. Viola — Prof. 

A. J. Suffich. 'Cello— Mr. J. Bassich, S. J. 

Study in Professor Alclen's House. 

Polonaise, from Mignon Thomas 

College Orchestra. 

Office of Athletic Association, overlooking football field. 

March of Triumph Arr. by A. J. Staub, Musical Director. . 

First Division Band. 

Distribution of Premiums. 
Fair Lady Waltz Mackie J3eyer 

Second Division Band. 

# # # # # 

Shrovetide Minstrels, Spring Hill College, February 20, 1912. 


P. Becker, Interlocutor. 

E. Cassidy, Jas. Cassidy, A. Grefer, 0. Muldowney, C. Simon, J. Meighan, P. 

Schoen, J. Druhan, C. Adoue, C. Youree. 

Musical Numbers. 

Grand Opening Chorus By the Entire Company 

Introductory Overture Jungle Town Orchestra 

Nix on the Glow Worm J. Schoen 

And Old Way You Cook Chicken A. Grefer 

Steam Boat Bill C. Adoue 

Buckwheat Cakes Jas. Cassidy 

Alexander's Rag-time Band Jungle Town Orchestra 

Nothing to do 'Till Tomorrow C. Youree 

Mysterious Rag J. Meighan 


Railroad Rag 0. Muldowney 

No One Loves a Fat Man C. Simon 

New York, New Haven and Hartford E. Cassidy 

Grand Closing Chorus By the Entire Company 

On Wisconsin Jungle Town Orchestra 

Accompanists — F. Prohaska, piano; M. Salaun, violin; D. Braud, flute. 

# # # * # 

First Academic Exhibition, March 6, 1912. 


Toreador's Song Bizet 

College Orchestra. 

Prinz Ludwig — March Lingfellner 

1 Violin— Prof. A. J. Staub. II Violin— T. Emmet Meyer. Viola— Prof. A. J. 
Suffich. 'Cello— Mr. J. B. Bassich, S. J. 

Foreword Albin A. Provosty 

Edgar Allen Poe H. Manning McPhillips 

St. Luke 's Gospel The Class 

Peace on Earth to Men of Good Will Edward T. Cassidy 

G. A. R. March Mackie Beyer 

Second Division Band. 

Serenade Romantique Lincke 

First Division Band. 
Class Officers — Edward T. Cassidy, President; H. Manning McPhillips, 
Vice-President; Laurence P. Hickey, Secretary and Treasurer. 



The base ball practice for 1912 started early with plenty of willing 
though somewhat raw material. Prospects for a team that would come up to 
the old standard for a while looked doubtful. And the fellows would have 
given up all hopes had there not been power behind or rather on the throne. 
"Pep" was dealt out in small packages to any gloom, and "be aggressive" 
was heard more than once. 

Now that we have a team, the wonders that have been worked will only 
seem possible linked with the name of Paul Sentell. Yes, Coach Sentell was 
the "guy" that did it, and never for one minute did he lose confidence or 
cease to inspire and encourage every candidate to put forth his best efforts. 
Taking conditions just as he found them he set to work to coach the team and 


his success deserves the highest praise. But hesides being a good coach he was 
also a warm friend to those with whom he had dealings while in our camp. 

Up to the last day that Sentell was with us no permanent appointments 
were made. And when on Sunday, March the 10th, the day he was to join 
the Southern League team in Chattanooga, he lined up the team that was 
to uphold the Purple and White during the 1912 base ball season, all agreed 
with him in his choice. For every man had been given a fair trial. 

The results were: Braud and Delaune, pitchers; Joe Cassidy, catcher; 
Lawless and Van Heuvel, 1st base; Captain "Bob" Tarleton, 3rd base; 
Woulfe, short stop; Mackin, 2nd base; Potter, left field; Druhan, manager, 
center; Garbarino, right field; Jas. Cassidy and Jas. Becker, utility. 

February 22, Spring Hill vs. Wheeling, 3-2. 

February 25, Spring Hill vs. Dures, 10-2. 

March 3, Spring Hill vs. Hill Billies, 8-3. 

March 14, Spring Hill vs. Keewatin, rain. 

March 20, Spring Hill vs. Marion, 5-6. 

March 21, Spring Hill vs. Marion, 1-8. 

March 21, Spring Hill vs. Marion, 7-6. 

March 24, Spring Hill vs. C. A. C, 4-3. 

March 28, Spring Hill vs. Keewatin. 

March 30, Spring Hill vs. Loyola. 

March 31, Spring Hill vs. Loyola. 

April 24, Spring Hill vs. Southern University. 

April 25, Spring Hill vs. Southern University. 

The first real game of the season was witnessed on the morning of 
February 22nd by a large and enthusiastic number of spectators. The 
"Good Ship" Wheeling which was in Mobile for Mardi Gras dropped her 
gang plank and trotted a healthy bunch out to the Hill. The Mobile Register 
had the following write-up : 

In a game marked by sensational playing, Coach Paul Sentell's Spring 
Hill collegians defeated the nine of the United States gunboat Wheeling yes- 
terday afternoon by a score of 3 to 2 on the college campus. A home run in 
the first inning, scored by Pitcher Braud of Spring Hill, was one of the fea- 
tures of the contest. A large crowd of students and others witnessed the 

The work of Braud, the college moundman, was the particular feature of 
the game and his terrific drive in the opening inning of the contest, which 
netted a home run, put life into the college players and was a determining 
factor in the result. The navy nine is one of the best amateur organizations 
ever seen in this city. 


Hampton opened the game with a stinging single to right. On an attempt 
to steal second on the first ball thrown, he was tagged out several feet. Bur- 
tress went out by the strike and miss route, but Garza singled over first and 
stole second. Braud fired three straight ones across the plate, and Hessel 
was called out on strikes. 

After Mackin had gone out on a grounder to third, Braud came to bat and 
swung against the first ball thrown, sending it to deep left and stopping 
only after he had circled the bags. Cassidy fanned, and Potter was an easy 
out from pitcher to first. 

Spring Hill scored again in the second inning. Tarleton went out on a 
bunt to the pitcher, Woulfe walked and Druhan rapped out a triple, scoring 
him. The game rocked along without further runs until the seventh round. 

Garza, captain and star of the navy team, opened the inning with a neat 
drive to right. He stole second as Heissel struck out, but was held when 
Braud administered the strikeout dose to Rodgers. Jennings rolled a bunt 
down the third base line, and when Braud threw wild to first, Garza romped 
home for the Wheeling team's first run. Braud fanned Fisher and the inning 

In the ninth round when Burtress got a life on Woulfe 's fumble of a hot 
liner, Garza doubled, sending him to third. Heissel was walked but Rodgers 
tied the score with a single through short, sending Burtess across the plate. 
Three outs followed in quick succession, Garza being caught at third, the 
others going out on short flies. 

In the last half of the closing scene Potter was an easy out, from second 
to first. Tarleton got in the way of a slow one and walked. First Baseman 
Heissel muffed a throw from Rodgers, trying to catch Tarleton napping and 
Ith'e college lad romped to second. Another error, a wild throw to deep 
center by Rodgers to catch Tarleton napping and the winning run was 

S. H. C— H. PO. A. E. Wheeling— H. PO. A. E. 

Mackin, 2b 111 Hampton, If 1 101 

Braud, p 2 2 6 1 Burtress, rf 

Cassidy, c 10 1 Garza, 2b 4 2 2 

Potter, If 10 Heissell, lb 9 1 

Tarleton, 3b 1 Rogers, p 1 4 1 

Woulfe, ss 2 1 1 Jennings, 3b 1 1 1 

Druhan', cf 2 1 Fisher, ss 3 2 

Van Heuvel, lb 10 1 Stevens, c 8 10 

Adoue, rf Reed, cf 

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Totals 6 24 10 4 Totals 4 27 10 4 






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S. H. C 110 000 001—3 

Wheeling j 000 000 101—2 

Home run — Braud. Three-base hit — Druhan. Two-base hit — Garza 
Earned runs — Spring Hill 1. Runs scored by — Burtress, Garza, Braud, Pot- 
ter, Woulfe. Struck out — by Braud 10, by Rogers 8. Bases on balls — off 
Rogers 1, off Braud 1. Left on bases — Spring Hill 4, Wheeling 5. Passed 
balls — Cassidy. Hit by pitcher — by Rogers (Tarleton). Umpires — Becker 
and Hodgkinson. 

S. H. C. VS. DURES. 

February 25th, the Sunday following Mardi Gras, S. H. C. easily de- 
feated the Dures aggregation to the tune of 10 to 2. 

The collegians never failed to score a single inning, while the visitors 
were showered with "goose eggs," only scoring in the fifth when they suc- 
ceeded in pulling over two runs. But in the succeeding four innings only two 
men got on ; one came to an untimely end between bases, the other withered 
on the vine. 

Braud performed in his usual good form, striking out 10 of the vis- 
itors and yielding only five well scattered hits. King, the visitors' pitcher, 
seemed easy picking for the collegians and eight timely safeties were 
swatted out. 

Game in figures 


AB. R. H. PO. A. E. S. H. C— 

AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Wilson, ss 4 

Britten, 2b 4 3 

King, p 3 

Pryer, lb 4 

McKean, If 4 3 

Johnson, e 3 1 1 11 

Imsand, 3b 3 1 1 2 

Pistole, rf 2 

Long, cf 3 1 

1 1 




Mackin, 2b 2 1 1 2 

Braud, p 3 3 2 11 

Tarleton, 3b 3 2 1 4 

Druhan, cf 4 1 3 2 

Lawless, lb 4 1 13 

Cassidy, c 3 1 7 

Potter, If 3 12 

Woulfe, ss ...■ 4 1 1 3 

Harrigan, rf 2 

Van Heuvel, cf . . . . 1 1 

Adoue, rf 1 1 1 1 

Totals 30 2 5 24*18 4 Totals 30 10 8 27 20 

Score by innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9— R. H. E. 

Dures 2 0—2 5 4 

S. H. C 1 1 1 2 1 2 1 1 *— 10 8 

Summary: Three-base hit — Britten. Two-base hits — Adoue, Johnson, 
Lawless. Walked — by King 8. Struck out — by Braud 10, by King 13. 



On March 3rd, the Hill Billies, possessors of a few laurels, brought over a 
fast bunch of ball tossers, including Williams the "drop artist." After a few 
preliminaries the two teams lined up for the fray. Braud, the "strike out" 
phenom, was on the mound for S. H. C, yielding but three hits to the Billies 
who were unable to solve the youngster's delivery. A large crowd witnessed 
the game which was stopped several times by the rain. "Williams did the 
twirling for the Billies and pitched a neat game, but the collegians hit when 
needed and only three goose eggs were handed them during the game, 
while the visitors were presented with a round half dozen. 

The fire works started in the second inning when, with one man down, 
Lawless got a life on a hot one to short ; Cassidy 's terrific drive for a home 
run netted the college two scores. The next man retired the side. 

S. H. C. kept the lead throughout the game, and in no part of the game 
did they stand in danger of being beaten. The Crabtree starred for the vis- 
itors and his home run in the fourth put life into the Billies but Braud tight- 
ened up and the rest of the game followed quickly. 

Game in figures : 
Hill Billies— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. s. H. C— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Vautror, ss 4 11111 Mackin, 2b 3 15 1 

Pharr, ef 3 2 1 Braud, p 3 1 13 1 

Grove, 3b 4 1 1 2 Tarleton, 3b 3 2 1 

Austill, If 4 12 Druhan, cf 4 2 1 10 2 

Gaines, et 4 9 Lawless, lb 2 2 12 1 1 















Linning, lb 4 7 Cassidy, c 4 2 2 10 

Crabtree, 2b 3 2 1110 Potter, If 4 10 

Gooding, rf 4 Woulfe, ss 3 1 1 

Williams, p 3 1 13 Kelly, rf 2 

Van HeuveL rf . . . .2 1 1 

Totals 35 3 3 24*16 4 Totals 30 8 6 27 22 3 

Score by innings 123456789 

Hill Billiesj 1 1 1 

S. H. C 2 1 2 2 1 * 

Summary: Home runs — Crabtree, Cassidy. Two-base hit — Druhan. 
Walked— By Braud 2, by Williams 3. Struck out— By Braud 12, by Williams 9. 

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Our first of the intercollegiate was played Wednesday, March 20th, with 
the fast bunch of up-state boys; the Keewatin game which was scheduled for 
the 14th being postponed on account of rain. Marion came down in full force 


with our friend the enemy "big ship" Legore leading the ranks. Also a few 
others of the pig skin tusslers were vested in base ball uniforms. Both 
teams were determined to win the first game and a hard and interesting 
struggle held the attention of the spectators. Braud, the old reliable, served 
wonderful benders from the mound to the Marionites, and no less than seven 
of their heavy batters fanned the breeze with their stick. S. H. C. held the 
lead up to the ninth inning when the visitors pulled over three runs after two 
were down. 

Nesmith, the first man to face Braud, retired to the mourner's bench 
after three whiffs at the ball. The next two were easy outs on grounders to 
Braud and Mackin. S. H. C. took the stick and Mackin walked ; Cassidy sac- 
rificed him to second on a perfect bunt ; the next two men were down without 
further happening. 

The next three innings only nine of the Marionites were allowed to use 
the bat and of these four were unable to touch Braud 's delivery. Two were 
lucky enough to reach first but were caught between bases. 

Spring Hill made her first run in the second inning when Mackin singled 
and Braud swatted the pill for three sacks, scoring on Tarleton's hit. Lawless 
retired the side. At the ending of the fourth the score stood 2-0 in favor of 
S. H. C. Marion came to bat in the fifth and tallied two runs, when Higdon 
beat out a slow one, being advanced to third on Johnson's hit, both scoring on 
Nesmith 's single. S. H. C. in her half of the fifth inning scored two more 
runs, Braud again poling the ball for three sacks, this time scoring Cassidy in 
front of him, and coming home on Legore 's wild throw. At the end of the 
eighth the score stood 5-3 still in Spring Hill's favor. Potter's homer in the 
last of the eighth having added another tally. Marion came to bat in the 
ninth and the first two men were easy outs. Johnson got to first on an error 
and stole second and came home on Nesmith 's hit. Things grew exciting 
when Howze hit safely advancing Nesmith to third ; but Braud worked on the 
batter and had two strikes to his credit and then came the fatal blow. Hairs- 
ton connected with a groover scoring the two men ahead of him. The next 
man up was a victim of Braud 's. 

Game in figures : 
Marion— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. Spring Hill— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Nesmith, rf 5 1 2 1 Mackin, 2b 4 1 2 4 5 1 

Howze, ss 5 1112 Cassidy, c 2 1 8 1 

Hairston, c 5 2 9 2 Braud ,p 5 2 13 

Legore, 2b 5 1 1 6 1 1 Druhan, cf 5 11 

Walker, cf 4 10 Tarleton, 3b 4 1 1 2 2 

Milner, lb 4 8 1 Lawless, lb 4 13 1 

Eubanks, If 4 1 Woulfe, ss 4 2 1 1 2 

Higdon. 3b 3 110 3 1 Potter, If 4 1 3 

Johnson, p 4 2 1 112 Garbarino, rf 4 10 

Totals 39 6 9 27 21 2 Totals 36 5 9 27 24 6 


Score by innings : 12345678 9— R. H. E. 

Marion 2 1 3—6 9 2 

S. H. C 2 2 1 0—5 11 6 

Summary: Home run — Potter. Three-base hits — Braud (2). Two-base 
hit — Legore. Struck out — by Braud 7, by Johnson 9. Walked — by Johnson 
3. Umpire — Burmeister. 

After losing a loosely played game yesterday afternoon, Spring Hill came 
back in the second game of the double-header and, in a magnificent batting 
rally, snatched the last game of the series from the Marionites. 

Yesterday's game was Spring Hill's till the fatal ninth, when ragged field- 
ing for the college and some timely hitting on the part of Marion turned the 
tide of victory into defeat. 

The first game yesterday afternoon was an easy victory for the Maroon 
and Black by the score of 8 to 1. Delaune pitched this game for the college 
and played the position creditably, but costly errors at critical points of the 
game and Legore 's apparently easy but really effective pitching, together with 
strong batting on the part of his supporters, made it impossible for the Pur- 
ple and White to win. 

In the third and last of the series Braud went back on the mound with his' 
old form and registered eleven strike-outs to his record in the seven innings of 
the game. Despite his magnificent work, however, the upstate strong aggre- 
gation took the lead and held it till the last inning. Then, in one of those 
strange turns of fortune, amid the wildest excitement all along the base lines, 
the well-nigh beaten Hillians began to land on the gigantic Legore, and in a 
single inning raced around the sacks for five runs, making a total of 7 to 
Marion's 6. 

The Marion team showed splendid form throughout the entire series, both 
in fielding and at the bat. On the other hand, the locals, being up against an 
intercollegiate series for the first time, showed unmistakable signs of nervous- 
ness, resulting in several costly errors. Lawless was taken out of the game to- 
wards the end of the first game yesterday, and John Van Heuvel put in his 
place. Braud 's superb twirling, Cassidy's strong and steady work behind the 
rubber and Potter's heavy hitting went far toward redeeming the otherwise 
loose playing of the Hill team. 

Through the courtesy of Manager Finn, Burmeister, one of Mobile's 1912 
slabmen, umpired the series in a manner eminently satisfactory. 
Box score of second game follows : 


Spring Hill— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. Marion— AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Mackin, 2b 2 11110 Nesmith, rf 4 1 1 1 1 

Cassidy, c 4 118 2 Howze, ss 4 2 10 

Braud, p 3 1 9 Hairston, c 4 7 

Potter, If 4 112 Legore, p 4 1 2 9 1 

Tarleton, 3b 2 10 1 Walker, cf 5 112 1 

Woulfe, ss 2 1 3 2 1 Milner, lb 4 3 3 5 

Druhan, cf 3 2 2 1 Eubanks, If 4 1 1 

Garberino, rf 3 2 Higdon, 3b 4 2 1 

Van Heuvel, lb ....2 6 1 Pope, 2b 2 12 

•Lawless 100000 

Totals 26 7 7 21 4 3 

♦Batted for Heuvel in seventh. Totals 34 6 10 19 13 3 

Score by innings : 

Spring Hill 000 020 5—7 

Marion 021 001 2—6 

Three-base hit — Milner. Two-base hits — Druhan, Potter, Milner. Struck 
out — by Braud 11, by Legore 7. Walked — by Braud 1, by Legore 5. Umpire 
— Burmeister. Scorers — Mayer, Barker. 

Ktttb f nrh Waltz 


Spring has come! The reason that I am sure of it is because I hear the 
Editor-in-Chief gently tapping at my chamber door. With a supreme effort I 
rouse myself from my winter's hibernation and sit down to the ponderous 
task of writing the Little Yard Notes. 

The right thing for me to do, would be, to begin with a few couplets on 
the shy violets, and the joyous birds or even to gladden your heart with some 
verses in which I rave of the crack of the bat and the horse-hide soaring 
through the blue ozone, but my meagre talents and lack of space will not per- 

# * # # # 

At present writing, basketball is a thing of the past and future only. It 
died an early death as did our old friend Winter, and they were quickly su- 
perseded by baseball and Spring; the season, though, was a hot one while it 
lasted. The First League pins were won by Captain Tim's Blacks; the line-up 
consisted of; 


Blacks — Gibbons, Herbert, Hunt, M. McPhillips, Provosty, Timothy, cap- 
tain. Whites — Ducote, Herbert, J. McPhillips, Niland, Potter, J. Van Heu- 
vel, captain. 

The Second. League pins were copped by the Blues who were ably led by 
Captain Murray, the line-up was as follows : 

Blues— E. Gomez, Long, C. Martin, Murray, captain, Chas. Nelsou, J. 
O'Brien. Reds — Cassidy, A. Martin, Oliviera, Ricou, captain, Streiffer, 

The third League race was won in a walk by Schuessler's "Greens." 
Line-up : Greens — Anderman, Bryant, Ferlita, Hickey, Schuessler, captain, 
Walmsley. Pinks — Abbott, Braud, Chalin, captain, O'Leary, Price and Was- 

Captain Louis Lange's Purples captured the Fourth League contest 
easily. Purples — L. Lang, captain, Nixon, Nelson, B. O'Brien, A. Provosty 
and AVunderlich. Whites — Boudousquie, Druhan, captain, Nail, O'Connor, 
Fchimpf and Vaughan. 

The Junior Varsity upheld the honor of S. H. C, especially the Little 
Yard, when it defeated the Jesuits College of New Orleans; in two games of 
basket ball. The scores were 14-2 and 12-9. The line-up was : 

S. H. C. — Ducote, center; J. Van Heuvel, forward; M. McPhillips, for- 
ward; C. Timothy (captain), guard; Potter, guard; Murray, sub. Jesuits' Col- 
lege — Henry, center; Ferrara, forward; O'Brien, forward; McDonnell, for- 
ward ; Tortorich, guard ; R. Guieno, guard ; A. Guieno, sub. 

The Yenni Literary Circle gave its annual play at the half session in 
the College Hall. Their offering was a three-act comedy entitled "The 
Sophomore." And as it was a college play, it was viewed with special inter- 
est by the boys. Indeed, so intense was the enthusiasm displayed, that the 
curtain was drawn every act during showers of applause. Oh ! Yes ! We have 
a curtain ! Thanks to the ingenuity of Rev. Fr. Ruhlmann a new curtain has 
been installed and it works with great success. Messrs. Jno. Van Heuvel, 
Niland and Benson O'Brien were the stellar performers and the last of the 
trio proved to be a comedian of the first water. 

# # * # # 

The annual tug-of-war of the Second Division was held on the Little 
Y"ard campus. As I was on Captain Ducote 's winning side I cannot speak in 
too glowing terms of our strong "pull." As the whole yard participated I 
cannot give the line-ups of the sides. Captain Hunt's side gave us a tough 
tussle for the hams but what was the use of pulling when we had Berthelot 
on our side. He's too strong for them, 


The baseball leagues have started the season and the game is rolling 
merrily through its opening innings. It took four healthy leagues to absorb 
all the baseball talent in the Little Yard. The First Leaguers are doing their 
level best to demolish the garden wall, and at present, two or three, I think, 
will have to dig up for the damages. The standing of the League is at present 
tie. The line-up of Captain Timothy's team, "The Athletics," is as follows: 
Anderman, H. Brand, Dueote (manager), Herbert Hunt, Lange, Nelson (Sub.), 
M. MePhillips, Murray, Timothy (captain). 

Captain Herbert's Giants answer to the roll in this order: Frederichs, 
Gomez, Herbert (captain), C. Martin, J. MePhillips, Moses, Patterson, Regil, 
(manager), Ricou (Sub.) and Touart. 

The Second League is not far behind the first when it comes to "belting 
the bean." The Pirates of Captain Bryant, their pilot, are: Bryant (cap- 
tain), de Bonneval, Engelhart, Hale, Long, A. Martin, L. Pearce, Roussel 
(Sub.), Schuessler, Streiffer (manager. 

Captain Newsham's Cubs are giving the Pirates a hard fight for the 
pins. They line up as follows : Bougere, Byrne, Dolese, Kearns, McHardy, 
Morere. Newsham, B. O'Brien, Phillips (Sub.) 

Captain Nail's Leopards are doing great things down on that Third League 
diamond, so they say. The team is a fast one and the opposing side is con- 
stantly forced to bend under the mighty following line-up of the Leopards : 
Abbott, Boudousquie, Cassidy, Hickey, Keoughan, Nail (captain), Nelson, 
Niland, Roussel (manager), Waguespack, Walmsley. 

Opposing the notorious Leopards are the Lions under their able leader, 
Captain Chalin, and though they have been trailed in the dust of defeat, they 
still hold high heads and keep fresh in their young hearts the hope of a vic- 
tory. He gives me his men in the following order: Chalin (captain)), Ferlita, 
E. Gomez, Hall, Meyer, Nixon, Ollinger, Peon (Sub.), A. Provosty, Schowal- 
ter (Sub.), Wassom (manager). 

After a series of noisy riots and mix-ups I think that the Fourth League 
has at last settled down to the national game. Captain Vanderford brings 
forth a promising team in his "Red Sox." His list reads thus: Calvet (man- 
ager), Chenevert, Chopin, Druhan, Landry, O'Connor, Vanderford (captain), 
Vaughan, Wunderlich. 

Captain Stauffer's "White Sox" are striving hard to pull down the lead 
of Captain Vanderford 's mighty men in vain. Captain Stauffer has a power- 
ful team and these little fellows are not to be despised by any means. The 
following list contains their line-up : Castillo, Kelly, C. Lange, L. Lange, 
O'Leary, Simmet, Stauffer (captain), Strauss, Wagar. 




Rev. John Montillot was born in the Department of Doubs, Prance, March 
12, 1825, and entered the Society of Jesus on September 5, 1844. He came to 
the United States in 1847 and to Spring Hill as a professor in 1851. After 
spending many years in teaching in the colleges of Spring Hill, Grand Coteau 
and New Orleans, he went to Europe and lived, for one year in Rome. Re- 
turning to America he was appointed president of Spring Hill College, Decem- 
ber 29, 1868. Scarcely was he a month in office when a fire broke out in the 
college and totally destroyed it. This was a severe blow to the new presi- 
dent. But nothing daunted by this misfortune he set to work with his accus- 
tomed energy to raise the college from its ruins. In less than eight months a 
new and grander edifice had taken the place of the old. But it was burthened 
with a debt of more than $100,000. Father Montillot, however, by careful 
management, contrived to lessen the debt year by year, and when he retired 
from the presidency of the college September 2, 1875, the greater part of the 
debt was paid off. Afterwards Father Montillot was sent to Grand Coteau, 
La., and from 1880 to 1888 governed St. Charles College with great success. 
With the exception of short stays in Selma, Macon and again in Spring Hill, 
the rest of his long life of eighty-six years was passed in Grand Coteau. It 
seemed to be his destiny to witness the burnings of colleges, as he was present 
at the two fires in Grand Coteau, in 1900 and in 1907, and at the fire here in 

Father Montillot 's end came peacefully on March 5, 1912, and his remains re- 
pose as he desired in the cemetery in Grand Coteau. 


Father Hugh was born in Hanover, Germany, January 30, 1852, and left 
his native land for the United States in 1866, arriving in New Orleans in 
October of that year. There he joined his two uncles who were members of 
the Society of Jesus. One of them, Brother Ignatius Boemecke, so well known 
by generations of worshippers in the Jesuit Church in New Orleans, is still 
living at a venerable age in Grand Coteau, La. Father Hugh entered the Jesuit 
order at Florissant, Mo., on January 1, 1867. Later he taught in St. Charles 
College, Grand Coteau, La., for five years, and came to Spring Hill in 1876 to 
take up the study of philosophy. After two years theology at Woodstock, 
Md., he was recalled to Spring Hill in 1881, owing to poor health, and raised 
to the priesthood in the chapel at Spring Hill by Bishop Quinlan. For some 
years after this Father Hugh was a member of the faculty here and was treas- 


urer for three years. After brief stays in Galveston, Macon, Tampa, he was 
appointed pastor in Selma, Ala., and remained there for six years. Returning 
to Spring Hill he acted as treasurer of the college for the next nine years. All 
his life Father Hugh had been a sufferer from asthma which he bore with ad- 
mirable patience. For the past three years he had been unable to do any 
work, but was a source of constant admiration both to the community and 
students by his manifest resignation to the will of God. The end came on 
February 22, when he passed away peacefully, remaining in full possession of 
his faculties to the last moment. 


The New Orleans Times Democrat of January 25 contains the following 
notice of the death of Samuel Spencer Semmes on the day previous : 

Relatives and friends in New Orleans received messages yesterday an- 
nouncing the death in Osceola, Ark., of Capt. Samuel Spencer Semmes, a 
prominent attorney, who began his professional career in this city. His last 
illness was brief. 

Capt. Semmes was the eldest son of Admiral Raphael Semmes of the Con- 
federate States navy, and was educated at Spring Hill College, near Mobile. 
Until his death he was the oldest living graduate of that college. At the be- 
ginning of the civil war he entered the Confederate army, and served with 
distinction throughout the strife, most of his service being with the Army of 
the Tennessee. 

After the war Capt. Semmes came to New Orleans and studied law under 
his father's cousin and foster brother, the late Thomas J. Semmes, and was 
admitted to the bar. Later he removed to Alabama and Arkansas. He was 
the father of a large family of children. One of his sons is Rev. Oliver 
Semmes, a Jesuit priest, well known in New Orleans, and now stationed at 
Shreveport. Only a few weeks ago, during the Christmas holidays, Capt. 
Semmes' two youngest daughters, Misses Kate and Myra Semmes, took the 
veil, entering the Dominican Order at Nashville, Tenn. 

Capt. Semmes' death causes the first break in a family of six brothers and 

A special to the Mobile Register gives a more detailed statement : 

Osceola, Ark., January 26. — His death hastened, friends and relatives as- 
sert, by the untimely death of Eldridge E. Wright, his kinsman of Memphis, 
killed in the Kinmundy (111.) wreck, Captain Samuel Spencer Semmes, son of 
Admiral Raphael Semmes of the Confederate navy, died Wednesday morning 
at his home in this city. He was 72 years old. 

He was up at 2 o'clock, his wife with him, and he remarked to her that 
he was going to die. She hurried to his bed and went to call the children and 
before they could get to him he was dead. 


Deceased was born at Cincinnati, 0., March 4, 1838, and was reared at 
Mobile, Ala., where he was educated in Spring Hill College, read law and was 
admitted to the bar fifty years ago. 

He was engaged in the practice at New Orleans, La., when the war broke 
out and enlisted in the First Louisiana infantry, afterward known as the First 
Louisiana regulars. He was an active participant in the battles of Shiloh, 
Murfreesboro, Lookout Mountain, Bragg 's Kentucky campaign, and the retreat 
to Atlanta. After Appomattox he was mustered out of service at Washington, 
Ga., as a major, afterwards locating in New Orleans to practice law. 

In 1874 he removed to Osceola, Ark., where he became one of the sturdy 
landmarks of the legal profession and of that rapidly disappearing legion of 
old-school gentlemen. He was associated for twenty years here with Cap- 
tain McVeigh, was for two years county judge, helped to organize the Bank 
of Osceola, of which he was vice president, also vice president of the Osceola 
Cotton Oil Company and secretary of the Tri-State Telephone Company be 
fore the sale of that institution. 

He was married during the war period to a fourth cousin, Miss Pauline 
Semmes of Columbus, Ga., who died fourteen years later at Osceola, leaving 
as the issue of the marriage four children, Paul J. of Osceola; Father Marie 
Oliver, a Jesuit priest ; Mary, wife of M. A. Martin of Henrico, Ark., and Anna. 
Mrs. W. T. Uzzell of Pecan Point, Ark. 

In 1881 he married Miss Frances Morris of Osceola, to which union were 
born eight sons and daughters, Spencer, wife of T. G. Gibson of Birmingham, 
Ala. ; Frank Morris, Memphis, Tenn. ; Catherine M., Nashville, Tenn. ; Electra, 
wife of W. H. Buck of Osceola; Myra, of Nashville, and Lyman, Prewitt and 
Charles Middleton, at home. Deceased is also survived by sisters, Catherine, 
Mrs. Luke E. Wright, of Memphis; Electra, Mrs. Pendleton Colston, of Mo- 
bile, Ala. ; Anna, Mrs. C. B. Bryan, of Memphis, Tenn., and brothers, Raphael 
of Montgomery, Ala.; and Oliver J., judge in Mobile, Ala. 

Captain Semmes was a son of Admiral Raphael Semmes of the Confed- 
erate navy, one of the honored names of the Southland. He was an honored 
member of the Catholic Knights. On account of their high regard for the 
captain, and in recognition of his distinguished services, his friends had urged 
his candidacy for county treasurer before the March primaries and he was 
making his effective canvass for this position when he was stricken. 

The funeral occurred this morning, celebration of solemn high mass in the 
Catholic church here being conducted by Father Doyle, and interment was in 
Violet cemetery. 

Circuit court being held at Blytheville was adjourned by Presiding Judge 
W. J. Driver in honor of the dead. 



The death of Dr. Rhett Goode on December 22nd deprived Spring Hill of 
one of her most distinguished and loyal alumni. Coming so unexpectedly after 
a few days' illness, his death brought a sharp pang of grief to his numerous 
friends and acquaintances. 

Rhett Goode entered Spring Hill in 1865 and during his stay here distin- 
guished himself in many ways. In the catalogues of those days his name fig- 
ured prominently. Among other schoolboy triumphs there was one which 
Dr. Goode in later years took particular pride in recalling, that he carried off 
the premium for excellence in Christian doctrine. Leaving Spring Hill in 1868 
he entered upon the study of medicine in the Alabama Medical College, and 
graduated in 1871. He made a specialty of surgery and soon grew to be con- 
sidered one of the leading surgeons in the South. Dr. Goode held many im- 
portant positions during his career, being at various times president of the 
Mobile County Medical Society, chief surgeon of the Mobile and Ohio Railroad, 
president of the National Association of Railway Surgeons, president of the 
Mobile Board of Health, and many others. 

For several years before his death Dr. Goode was dean of the Medical 
Department of the University of Alabama, which he raised to a very high de- 
gree of efficiency. 

At the commencement exercises last June, Spring Hill conferred the de- 
gree of Doctor of Laws on Dr. Goode. 

At the funeral services, which were largely attended, Rev. A. F. Carr 
said that the death of Dr. Goode was a distinct loss' to the community, as he 
was a man who, throughout life, had devoted his best talents to the good of 
his fellows ; a man of great character, charitable to a fault, with a heart as 
easily touched as the heart of a child. Dr. Carr referred feelingly to the public 
services rendered by Dr. Goode during several epidemics and spoke of the 
honors that had been conferred upon him by his fellow physicians, who, he 
said, appreciated his sterling worth as a man and wonderful ability as a phy- 
sician and surgeon. 

A handsome wreath from the president and faculty of Spring Hill was 
placed inside the casket. 

To his afflicted widow and daughter The Springhillian tenders most 
heartfelt sympathy. 


J. Stans Landry, superintendent New Orleans Southern and Grand Isle 
Railway, a native and lifelong citizen of New Orleans, died yesterday morning, 
January 20, at his home, 1224 North Dupre Street, after an illness of two 


Although his health has been impaired for several years, Mr. Landry re- 
mained at his desk until two weeks ago, and his last plans are said to have 
been for an extension of the New Orleans Southern and Grand Isle Eoad. 

Mr. Landry was born in New Orleans February 14, 1848, and is a descend- 
ant of one of the most distinguished Creole families in the history of Louisiana. 
He received his early education in the Jesuit College, and later graduated 
from Spring Hill College, Mobile, Ala. 

After spending several years with the business firm of Jules P. Sarrazin & 
Co., Mr. Landry embarked into the railroad business, taking up his duties with 
the Southern Pacific Railroad in Houston, San Antonio and El Paso, Tex. He 
then came to the Grand Isle Road, of which he has been the superintendent 
for twenty-one years. 

When the white people of New Orleans and Louisiana sought to over- 
throw the Republican negro domination in the later sixties and early sev- 
enties Mr. Landry took an active part in the struggle and the fighting. 

The engines of the Grand Isle Road were all draped yesterday afternoon 
and for five minutes during the funeral today not a wheel will be turned. 

The late years of Mr. Landry's life were made very sad on account of the 
death of two of his daughters. Although Mr. Landry fought to master the 
grief incurred through the taking off of his children, it is said to have weighed 
heavily upon him. 

Mr. Landry is survived by his widow, who was Miss Julia Sarrazin ; three 
children, Mrs. Rene Marchesseau, of Tampa, Fla. ; J. Narcisse Landry and 
Raoul Landry; one sister, Mrs. M. Bartelemy, of New Orleans. 

The funeral of Mr. Landry will take place this morning at 11:30 o'clock 
from his late residence. Services will be held in St. Rose de Lima Catholic 
Church, Bayou Road and Broad Street. Interment will be in St. Louis cem- 
etery No. 3. — New Orleans Picayune. 


Lloyd Posey, who died on Christmas day, was educated at Spring Hill Col- 
lege, Mobile, Ala. After having graduated there with a degree of bachelor of 
arts he came to New Orleans, where he studied law in a law office and at the 
University of Louisiana, now Tulane. 

Mr. Posey was from a prominent St. Landry family, and was born at 
Opelousas February 22, 1851, so that he was nearly sixty-one years old. 

His great-grandfather, Thomas Posey, was a brigadier general in the 
Revolutionary war on Washington's staff. Some years ago, when Mr. Lloyd 
Pos v ey was in St. Louis, he happened to run across the flag which General 
Posey planted within the ramparts of the fort at Stony Point on the Hudson 


river, when that fort was stormed and captured from the British. The flag is 
now in the possession of the Posey family. 

When Captain John Posey, who was General Thomas Posey's father, 
came to America from England, he settled in Virginia and purchased a farm 
on the Potomac river, adjoining the farm then owned and occupied by George 
Washington's father. The two families were close friends. A number of let- 
ters written by George Washington to Thomas Posey are in the possession of 
the Posey family. 

General Posey after the war became governor of Indiana Territory, and 
was also the first United States senator from Louisiana, being appointed by 
Governor Claiborne to succeed William Brown, who, although elected, never 
took his seat in the senate. 

Mr. Lloyd Posey's mother was a grandniece of Dryden Tyler, ex-president 
of the United States, and her father, Simon Taylor, was a brother of Zachary 
Taylor's father. 

Mr. Posey figured prominently in politics in Louisiana. He was in the 
14th of September fight against the carpetbaggers and metropolitan police, 
and was in the company that captured the old Cabildo. 

Later, in 1888, Mr. Posey was elected to the state senate, and figured 
prominently in all of the reform movements in this city, Y. M. D. A., Citizens' 
League, etc. 

In reclamation work Mr. Posey was a pioneer, being one of the first to 
realize the possibilities and opportunities in this field. He exploited the work 
in the West and was instrumental in bringing many Westerners into this 
section, who became interested and purchased and developed vast tracts of 
swamp lands, particularly at Kenner and on the Mississippi river below the 

As a lawyer, Mr. Posey was recognized throughout the state as a man of 
exceptional ability. 

He was a polished gentleman of gentle mien and dignified bearing; was 
known to have done many charities in a quiet way, and his whole life is a 
record which could only be established by one so true, so kind and so able as 
he himself was. 

Mr. Posey married December 20, 1884, Miss Mathilde Cook, of this city, 
daughter of Frederick H. Cook, who survives him. He leaves four daughters, 
Misses Ethel, Mathilde, Lena and Rosalie, and a son, E. Lloyd Posey, Jr. ; two 
brothers, W. 0. Posey of this city, and F. E. Posey of Baton Rouge, and a sister, 
Mrs. W. W. Ventress, of Iberville Parish. 

The funeral will take place this afternoon at 3 o'clock from the residence 
and Mater Dolorosa Church, on Carrollton Avenue, and the interment will be 
in the new St. Louis cemetery on Esplanade Avenue. — New Orleans Democrat. 



Charles Lange, aged 57 years, a native of New Orleans, and a resident 
here all his life, died suddenly at his home, 1237 Lafayette avenue, shortly after 
7 o'clock Saturday evening, Feb. 3rd. Up to the time of his death, Mr. Lange 
was in the best of health, and the very same evening enjoyed a hearty supper. 
He arose from the dining table and before he reached his room fell to the 
floor, dead. 

By his many friends', for he had many, his sudden departure will be re- 
ceived as a terrible shock. 

Charles Lange was born in New Orleans some fifty-seven years ago and 
received his education from private teachers up to the time he reached 14 years, 
when his father sent him to Spring Hill College to complete his studies. "When 
his college days were over he returned to New Orleans and entered into the 
junk business, one of the best paying businesses in the city at the time. As 
soon as his sons were old enough, he took them in with him, and to this da;y 
all have remained with the firm. 

Although the attention and demands of his family were always his first 
consideration, Mr. Lange found time to take an active interest in public af- 
fairs. "Whenever a movement for the betterment of his immediate neighbor- 
hood and the general good of the city was started, he was always one of the 
first to lend his efforts'. He was prominently connected in several fraternal 

At the time of his death Mr. Lange held high office in the Sebastian 
Branch No. 311 of the Catholic Knights of America, and was appointed a dele- 
gate some weeks ago, to go to the Lake Charles convention during May of this 
year. He was a prominent member of No. 30, Benevolent Order of Protective 

Besides his' wife, who was a Miss Annie Bose, he leaves nine sons, August, 
John, Joseph, Charles, Jr., Theodore, Paul, Benedict, Clemence and Leo Lange, 
to survive him. Due to his being the eleventh son, Leo was called familiarly 
by his parents and friends, 'Leo the 11th." Two sisters, Mrs. B. Hecker, and 
Mrs. T. Kraemer, and two brothers, John and Frank Lange, also survive. 

Mr. Lange, a loving father, a good friend and one who has done much for 
the poor of the city, was known as being the most generous-hearted man in the 
community. — New Orleans Picayune. 

JOHN R. BURKE, A. B., '87. 

Many old Springhillians of the eighties will learn with regret of the death 
of John Burke. He passed away rather suddenly in Charleston on January 
20, at the age of forty-four. The South Carolina and Georgia papers gave 


much space to recording the sad event. We reproduce some of the notices 
here. The Charleston News : 

Newspaper workers and a large circle of friends and acquaintances in 
Charleston were saddened yesterday morning on hearing of the death of Mr. 
John R. Burke, one of the best known members* of the Fourth Estate in the 
Southeast. Mr. Burke died suddenly yesterday morning in his room at the 
Argyle Hotel, where he and his family, consisting of a wife and five children, 
had been residing for some time. The funeral exercises will be held at the 
Cathedral at 3:30 o'clock this afternoon. 

Mr. Burke, according to close friends, was in the best of health up to the 
time of his death, although he had been confined to his room with a sprained 
ankle for some time past. He was, however, noticed on the streets on Thurs- 
day and Friday, taking interest in everything that came up for discussion and 
shaking the hands of many acquaintances who were glad to see him in Charles- 

Mr. Burke came here about two weeks ago from Athens, Ga., where he 
had reorganized the Athens Tribune. He had friends in the Carolinas, Georgia, 
Alabama and other States in the Southeast. Beginning work on the repor- 
torial staff of the Chronicle, in Augusta, his home city, Mr. Burke afterwards 
occupied responsible positions on the Augusta News, the Columbia Register, 
The News and Courier, the Macon News, the Athens Tribune and other papers 
in this section of the country. His style of writing was regarded as peculiarly 
attractive, with a droll human note in it that won for him friends by the hun- 
dreds wherever he resided. He was also liked for his constant cheerfulness, 
good humor and ready wit. 

The Augusta Chronicle, on which Mr. Burke worked for several years, 
has the following sketch of his career: 

John Burke was one of the best newspaper men in the State, and an Au- 

The announcement of his death was the occasion of a severe shock to his 
many friends in this city, for there is probably not a man in Augusta who had 
more friends than John Burke. 

The first that was known of his illness here was a telegram Friday night 
to his mother, stating that he was ill. Early yesterday morning his brother, 
Mr. J. W. Burke, talked with Mrs. John Burke over the long distance 'phone 
and was told that Mr. Burke was much better. Notwithstanding this an- 
nouncement his brother made arrangements to go to Charleston on the after- 
noon train yesterday. About 9 o'clock yesterday morning there came another 
telegram announcing: "John is dead." 

His mother, Mrs. Margaret Burke, and his brother, Mr. J. W. Burke, left 
yesterday afternoon on the first train. The funeral will be held at the Cathe- 
dral tomorrow and the interment will be at St. Lawrence cemetery. 


John Burke was born in Augusta, the eldest son of the late James Burke, 
August 22, 1868. His early life was spent in this city, where he was popular 
as a boy among his playmates, and loved by the older ones who knew him. 
Receiving his education in the Catholic schools of the city to the time he was 
ready for college, he was considered one of the ablest students of the school 
here, and later attending Spring Hill College, about seven miles from Mobile, 
Alabama, where he graduated with houors. 

His first work as a young man was in the school room, where he showed 
such remarkable ability as instructor and a leader of boys that he rapidly rose 
from one position to another, finally being elected principal of the Central 
Grammar School in this city. 

In this position, which he held for several years, he accomplished a won- 
derful work, both in establishing the highest grade of work that had been 
successfully attempted there, and in his management of the pupils, the love of 
children for him being one of the earliest evidences showing the ability of the 
young man to make and keep friends wherever he went. 

After several years as principal of the Central Grammar School he resigned 
to enter the newspaper field. 

He became associated with the old Augusta Evening Herald, when it was 
operated by Messrs. Cronin, "W. C. Casey and T. D. Murphy. From the time 
that he entered newspaper work Mr. Burke's ability was displayed. His rise 
was rapid and soon the young reporter had reached a position of prominence 
and responsibility. 

Mr. Burke afterwards joined the local staff of The Augusta Chronicle, as 
"cub" reporter, under the editorship of the late Patrick "Walsh, and was asso- 
ciated with Jake Hyams, Oswald R. Eve, Mike P. "Walsh and Sandford H. 
Cohen in the local department of the paper. He filled every position on the 
paper from "cub" reporter to managing editor, and was recognized as one of 
the ablest young newspaper men in the South. 

His forte was his ability to "uncover" stories. It is said there has never 
been a newspaper man in this city who could and did uncover more big news- 
paper stories than did John Burke. As an editorial writer he was forceful 
and brilliant. As a managing editor he had the love of his staff. 

He later became connected with the Charleston News and Courier, and 
still later came back to Augusta to assume for the second time the managing 
editor's chair on The Chronicle, when the paper was the property of the "Walsh 
estate. Still again, about eight years ago he was editorial writer on The Au- 
gusta Herald. 

During his career as a newspaper man he was connected with many of the 
leading papers in the States of Georgia, having held important positions on the 
old Columbia (S. C.) Register, and some of the leading papers in Atlanta, 


Rome, Macon and Athens beside the papers of Augusta. He was connected 
with every paper in this city except the Tribune. 

His last work was on the new Athens Tribune, an afternoon paper, of 
which he assumed the editorial helm from the start, and made it for the short 
time he was connected with it one of the brightest of the afternoon papers in 
the State. 

His health failing, he left the paper and returned to Charleston, where he 
had married about twelve years ago, and where he had a host of good friends. 
He rapidly failed. He was not at any time considered really an ill man. His 
end came almost unexpectedly after a short severe illness. He died from con- 
gestion of the lungs. 

John Burke was more than a good newspaper man. He was a man of ex- 
ecutive ability, and a man whose foresight was of the clearest, and this was 
well illustrated when, seeing the opening for a fire insurance company in Au- 
gusta, he organized the Augusta Fire Insurance Company, which is today one 
of the most popular and one of the strongest companies in this section of the 

Mr. Burke was married to Miss Loretta L. Redding, of Charleston, S. C, 
daughter of the late James Redding, of that city, in 1900, and by the union 
there are five children. All are living, and with the widowed mother are sur- 
vivors in grief of the death of a father and husband. 

His father has been dead many years and his mother and an only brother 
— there were but the two children — are also survivors, both living in this city. 

In the death of John Burke the newspaper world has lost a good man and 
a brilliant writer, an indefatigable worker, and a man of the keenest percep- 
tion in scenting a good newspaper story. 

His friends have lost as true a friend as man ever had, and his family have 
lost a kind and affectionate father and husband, a loving son and a good 

Augusta mourns with them, for there was not a man in the city who had 
more friends than John Burke. 

T. D. Murphy writes in The Chronicle : 

Mr. John R. Burke died in the very prime of life. He was as true-hearted 
a man as ever lived. Big of body ; handsome of appearance ; bright of mind, 
an optimist always, he made acquaintances readily. 

There was the ring of the purest steel about his friendships. Those of us 
who have tried him — at times severely — know best how staunch he was ; how 
loyal ; how tireless and self-denying to advance, serve, help, the claimant on his 
affection and endeavor. For one in whom he was interested, he would go far- 
ther, work harder, give more of what he had, than any person I have ever 


known. He meant it when he said it — that he was your friend — and he proved 
it by his works. 

Those of us most intimate with John Burke knew best of his high order 
of ability. But in our keen distress over his sudden death we have no thought 
of his business qualifications, or his business trials or triumphs, and recall 
solely that we prized him only for his impulsive, whole-souled, lovable self — 
splendid fellow; magnificent friend, delightful companion and warm-hearted 
gentleman that he was. 

We who deplore his death so deeply because we knew him so well and so 
valued him and so loved him, feel most deeply for his heart-torn mother and 
his agonized wife, for in his home life John Burke was literally idolized. God 
keep him ! God comfort his loved ones ! 

The following tribute to John Burke was written by one of his former- 
long-time newspaper associates in Augusta : 

The news of the death of John Burke is a shock to all his friends. 

It is hard to think of John Burke as dead. He was so big and strong and 
boyish — he so abounded in life, that we can scarce think of him as dead. 
Everybody knew John Burke — big and brainy and light-hearted, he was al- 
ways the life of the company. Rarely gifted as a mimic and a story-teller, he 
always kept those about him laughing and applauding, and he made the path- 
way brighter as he walked among men. 

It is saying no little thing of a man in this work-a-day world, with its 
daily grind, and wear and tear on the nerves and heartstrings of men, that 
he brightened the pathway and brought smiles and good cheer in his wake. 

But John Burke was more than a mere entertainer. He was a man of 
much more than ordinary ability. "When set to any task he could dispatch 
work with energy and skill, and in his chosen field of newspaper work he was 
versatile, capable and virile. He proved his ability in promoting enterprises, 
and it is pathetic that one so strong, so captivating, so potential should have 
been handicapped by any weakness. 

All of us who were associated with John Burke in the newspaper world 
loved him. He was an unusually lovable fellow ; and in offices all over Georgia 
and Carolina some former co-worker is penning with genuine sorrow his tribute 
to the toiler who has lain down life's burdens and fallen on sleep. Sweet and 
tranquil be thy sleep, John, old boy, until you wake on the Eternal morning, 
when freed from earthly dross and human imperfections, you shall walk in 
newness of life bearing ever on and on the sunshine of your radiant spirit. 
Though no longer on the newspaper desk myself, as I think tonight on my 
genial co-worker of other days, I could not forego the privilege of casting my 
fcprig of green on his new-made grave. 


(Atlanta Journal.) 

A trenchant writer, a genial friend, a man of varied and lovable gifts — 
this was John Burke, who died last Friday at Charleston. 

There are few newspaper offices in the Southeast where he was not per- 
sonally known and where, in one capacity or another, he has not rendered good 
service. Broadly versed in the craft of his profession, he was equally at home 
in tracking a story and at the editorial desk. In Atlanta, Macon, Augusta, 
Athens and in Columbia and Charleston, S. C, he will long be remembered 
not only through his journalistic connections, but also for the buoyancy and 
cheer of his comradeship. 

John Burke was typically and essentially an Irishman, with all the ready 
wit and generous impulse that belong to the Celtic personality. One had to go 
a long way to find better company or more sparkling talk. If ever there was 
an apostle of sunshine it was he. He radiated good will and was the friend of 
all mankind. 

Those who knew him on The Journal during his brief service here several 
years' ago, loved him and mourn him. 

The following short but beautiful tribute to Mr. John R. Burke appears 
on the editorial page of the Charleston Evening Post of Saturday : 

There never was a more charming fellow than dear John Burke, who 
passed into the light this morning, suddenly stricken. Care free, generous, 
rollicking, great hearted, he was always a joy to his friends', and everybody 
who met him was his friend. Bubbling over with delicious humor, full of play- 
ful fancy, giving a droll turn to the dullest things, he was a rare companion. 
His heart was as big as his body, and he radiated good cheer wherever he went. 
Many will sorrow at his passing and the world is a little darker that he has 
been called away. 

The Springhillian takes great pleasure in acknowledging the receipt of the 
following publications : The Mountaineer, Emmitsburg, Md. ; Saint Ignatius 
Collegian, Chicago, 111. ; Oahuan, Punahou, Honolulu, T. H. ; The Purple and 
White, Jacksonville, Ala. ; The Redwood, Santa Clara, Cal. ; The Review and 
Bulletin, Greensboro, Ala.; The Agnetian Quarterly, Mt. Washington, Md. ; 
The Fleur de Lis, St. Louis, Mo. ; Gonzaga, Spokane, Wash. ; Georgetown Col- 
lege Journal, Washington, D. C. ; Marquette University Journal, Milwaukee, 
Wis. ; The Bessie Tift Journal, Forsyth, Ga. ; The Fordham Monthly, New 
York, N. Y. ; The Mungret Annual, Limerick, Ireland; Our Alma Mater, Syd- 
ney, N. S. W.; The College Reflector, Starkville, Miss.; The Columbia, Fri- 


bourg Switzerland ; The Scribbler, Hattiesburg, Miss. ; The Campus, Guthrie, 
Okla. ; Sacred Heart Echoes, Belmont, N. C. ; The Niagara Index, Niagara 
Palls, N. Y. ; U. of Texas Magazine, Austin, Tex.; The Morning Star, Con- 
ception, Mo. ; The Mercury, Gettysburg, Pa. ; The Ignatian, San Francisco, 
Cal. ; The Ephebeum, Jersey City, N, J. ; The Xaverian, Calcutta, India ; The 
Villa Sancta Scholastica Quarterly, Duluth, Minn. ; The Angeline, Louisville, 
Ky. ; The Mercerian, Macon, Ga. ; The St. Angela's Echo, Dallas, Tex.; Blue 
and "White, San Francisco ; The Loretto Crescent, Las Cruces, N. M. ; Echoes 
from the Pines, Chatham, Canada ; Loyola College Annual, Baltimore, Md. ; 
St. Mary's Sentinel, St. Mary, Ky. ; College Annual, Philadelphia, Pa.; U. of 
Mississippi Magazine, Oxford, Miss. ; The Clongownian, Clongowes "Wood, 
Ireland; The Xaverian, Melbourne, Australia, and others. 



Under the title of "Oldest Living Graduate of Spring Hill College," the 
following appeared in the New Orleans Times-Democrat of January 26 : 

In a brief sketch of Capt. S. S. Semmes, of Osceola, Ark., it was stated 
he was the oldest living graduate of Spring Hill College. Mr. Delphin Bien* 
venu, on this subject writes as follows : 

New Orleans, Jan. 25, 1912. 
To the Editor of The Times-Democrat : 

I notice in your columns the announcement of the death of Capt. Samuel 
Spencer Semmes, who was an old friend and college chum of mine. Although 
I had seen little of him since I parted from Spring Hill College at my gradua- 
tion, I had always kept an affectionate recollection of him as of my other col- 
lege chums, and it pains me deeply to learn of his death. 

I observe that you mention him as being the oldest living graduate of 
Spring Hill College. That is an error — I should say a double error — for not 
only was he not the only surviving graduate of his class, but there is still liv- 
ing a member of the graduating class which preceded theirs. 

Spencer Semmes received his diploma in 1855, and so did Charles de 
Maurian, who is still living. That is the first error. The second error is that 
I am certainly not dead, since I am penning these lines, and I am a graduate 
of the class of 1854. I am the only survivor of my class and of all preceding 

Now that my old friend is gone and I can in no way affect his feelings, I 
assume the title which never belonged to anybody else. 

Delphin Bienvenu, 
The True Oldest Living Graduate of Spring Hill College. 


A look into the records shows that Mr. Bienvenu is and has been for years 
the rightful claimant to the title of oldest graduate. His fellow graduates of 
the class of 1854 were : Paul Marphy, New Orleans, La. ; Louis Landry, Don- 
aldsonville, La.; James M. Muldon, Mobile, Ala., and William O'Brien, Mo- 
bile, Ala. 

ALVIN E. HEBERT, A. B., '97. 

In our last issue we made bold to predict that Mr. Hebert would be vic- 
torious in his campaign for the office of Secretary of State in Louisiana. We 
take the following appreciative sketch from the Picayune: 

This brainy, brilliant young attorney, who recently won the race for the 
Democratic nomination for Secretary of State, is a Louisianian by birth, hav- 
ing first seen the light of day in the Parish of Iberville, at St. Raphael, the old 
government seat of Iberville, Jan. 5, 1878. Alvin, as he is familiarly known 
in that parish to his legions of friends, is the youngest son of Alexander Her- 
bert, who for a period of sixteen years held the position of district attorney of 
the Twenty-first Judicial District. Young Hebert was educated at the local 
parish schools and Spring Hill College, receiving the degree of bachelor of arts. 
Coming to New Orleans, he took up the study of law, simultaneously following 
a post-graduate course conducted by the Jesuit Fathers of this city, and at the 
end of the session, Jan. 23, 1908, he received from Spring Hill College the de- 
gree of master of arts. August 22 he was appointed a notary public. Prior 
to this, however, in 1899, he was admitted to the bar. He is a prominent mem- 
ber of the Elks, Beavers, Buffaloes, Choctaw Club, Knights of Columbus, 
Woodmen of the World, Palmetto Camp No. 21, and many other organizations. 
On Jan. 6, 1909, he was happily married to Miss Beatrice Berthelot, daughter 
of the late Victor Berthelot, a prominent sugar planter of Iberville Parish. 
This union has been blessed with two children, Alvin Edward, Jr., and Be- 
atrice. The family is pleasantly domiciled at 2234 Marengo street, Twelfth 
Ward. Four years ago Alvin Hebert made the race for the secretaryship of 
State against Hon. John T. Michel. Although at that period Hebert was 
practically an unknown quantity, he carried seventeen parishes and received 
a vote bordering on 33,000 throughout the State, being defeated by 18,000 

Mr. Hebert 's Democracy is of the militant type. His persistency is grati- 
fying and his views candid and outspoken. Patriotic and full of love for 
Louisiana, he is in sympathy with every effort to ameliorating the condition 
of her people. To lighten their burdens, to promote their welfare, to advance 
their interests, he would bring into requisition all the resources of his practi- 
cal mind, and he would wisely plan those purposes which tend to lift the peo- 
ple up and to strengthen the foundations of their prosperity and material wel- 
fare. He has an excellent command of the English and French languages, 


and his burning words of eloquence capture and hold enthralled his audience. 
There is a magnetism about the man that attracts and causes one to become 
interested in him. Men have sought in vain to put their finger upon the secret 
of Hebert's success in life, but the art which gained it and the ability which 
holds it have always defied analysis. For one thing, one need not travel far 
to learn that he is a man of unflinching principle j that he is devoted 1 to his 
devoted to his friends ; that his word is as good as a trust company's bond, and 
that he has never been known to desert a friend in the hour of need. Despite 
his taciturn exterior, his is a warm heart. Suppression of the expression of the 
emotions has become such a fixed habit with him that he has not received 
credit for the deeds of kindness to which many New Orleans men could testify. 
His charity is broad and he does not permit his left hand to know what his 
right gives, nor his lips to speak of it. Among his most endearing social char- 
acteristics is his charitable fidelity to his friends. He is plain and direct with 
them in prosperity, but he will stand by them in adversity like a Roman. 
Men are fond of Alvin Hebert and like to follow where he leads, because they 
know that he is fearless and will fight to the bitter end, no matter what the 
odds are against him. Unlike many men in political life nowadays, he finds 
no attraction in babbling for publication and is averse to the conspicuity of 
type, and it is as difficult to interview him as the king of England. Meanwhile 
Alvin Hebert will continue to be the conspicuous figure among the Democrats 
of the Pelican State. The future holds in store for him political honors higher 
than any he has sought in the past. It is expected that much will be heard of 
Hebert of Louisiana in years to come. It must not be forgotten that it was 
through his instrumentality that the reduction of the fees was made in the of- 
fice of Secretary of State, from $26,000 to $5,000 per annum. Governor Heard 
appointed him notary public Sept. 25, 1902. He is advocate K. C. Mr. Hebert's 
offices are at 419 Godchaux building, and his country residence in Plaquemine, 
La. His city residence is 2234 Marengo street. 

RICHARD B. OTERO, A. B., '88. 

"I expect to be a candidate for Congress from the First Congressional 
District to succeed General Albert Estopinal," said Judge Richard B. Otero, 
of the Eighth Ward, yesterday, in confirmation of rumors that had been go- 
ing about for some days. 

Judge Otero has been identified with State and city polities ever since he 
became an elector. He served as judge of the Second City Criminal Court, and 
he was' one of the original primary men. With the exception of once when 
he contested the leadership of the Eighth Ward with Captain William McCue, 
he has always made his fights within the lines of the regulars. In the last 
State fight he and Leader McCue worked in accord, save that Judge Otero 


was one of the strongest supporters Congressman Robert F. Broussard had in 
the city. He was greatly interested in Broussard 's success. 

Born in this city, Mr. Otero was reared and educated down in the old 
Third District. He attended Spring Hill College at Mobile, and took the high- 
est degrees offered by that institution. He then graduated in law from Tu- 
lane, and entered upon the practice of his chosen profession. He is now 41 
years of age. — New Orleans Picayune. 

ROBERT L. LEVERT, A. B., '08. 

The marriage of Miss Marie Olga DeBuys, daughter of Mrs. Lucien De- 
Buys, to Mr. Robert Louis Levert, was beautifully celebrated "Wednesday even- 
ing, Feb. 7, at 5 o'clock, at the residence of the brother-in-law and sister of the 
bride, Mr. and Mrs. Albert Maginnis, in Marengo street, when a number of 
friends and the large family connection of the bridal couple were present at 
the ceremony, which was performed by Archbishop Blenk, assisted by Rev. 
Father Kavanaugh. The event was of much interest socially, both the bride 
and bridegroom being prominent members of the fashionable world. 

Mr. and Mrs. Levert will spend their honeymoon in Cuba and at Palm 
Beach. On their return in March they will occupy apartments at the Arcadia 
at St. Charles avenue and Sixth street. 


New blood was put into the affairs of the Marx Banking Company, of 
Demopolis, Ala., Thursday at the annual meeting of the board of directors. 
At that time Jake Marx, of New York, retired as president, and J. L. Marx, of 
this' city, formerly cashier, was elected to the position. 

JULES D'AQUIN, A. B., '95. 

"We recently enjoyed a pleasant visit from Mr. DAquin, the well-known 
pharmacist of Biloxi, Miss. 

DR. E. B. DREAPER, A. M., '07. 

Dr. Dreaper was appointed surgeon in charge of the United States Marine 
Hospital during the absence of Dr. R. H. Von Ezdorf, in Dallas. 

FRANK L. BARKER, A. B., '09. 

The wedding of Miss Helen Florence Vizard, daughter of Mrs. Thomas 
Vizard, formerly of Mobile, to Mr. Frank Leon Barker, was' an interesting 
event of the week in New Orleans, says the Times-Democrat. It was cele- 


brated at Mater Dolorosa church in the presence of a large gathering of friends 
and relatives. The attendants were : Mrs. John Finney, as matron of honor ; 
Miss M. Barker, as maid of honor; the ushers, Messrs. Delvaille Theard, Pren- 
tice Edrington, Lawrence Fabacher, Jr., and Dr. Charles Baker. The decora- 
tions were elaborate and lovely. The bride was given away by her brother, 
Mr. Anthony Vizard, and Bishop Meerchaert, of Oklahoma, assisted by Father 
Prim and Father Mattingly, officiated. A reception at the home of the bride's 
mother followed the ceremony. During the reception Professor O'Connell's 
orchestra played numerous lovely selections. Mr. Barker and his bride left 
on a short bridal trip and on their return will reside with the bride's mother. 
Among the out-of-town guests at the wedding were Mr. and Mrs. William 
Vizard and Mrs. Sarah Doyle, Miss Etta Doyle, all of Mobile, Mrs. A. C. Seull 
of Gulfport, Mrs. Helen Van Sant of Somer's Point, N. J. 

C. HENRY ADAMS, A. B., '09. 

St. Louis, Dec. 27. — One of the notable weddings of the week was that of 
Miss Marguerite Desloge Bain, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert E. M. Bain, 
and Charles Henry Adams, of New Orleans, which took place at 9 o'clock this 
morning in St. Margaret's church. Father O'Brien celebrated the nuptial 
mass and performed the marriage ceremony in the presence of a large and 
fashionable assembly of friends and relatives of the young couple. The bride 
was given in marriage by her father, and was attended by her sister, Miss 
Lucile Bain, as maid of honor. 

Louis Adams, of New Orleans, the bridegroom's brother, acted as best 
man. Members of the bridal party and relatives of the young couple were en- 
tertained at breakfast at the home of the bride's parents immediately after the 

The couple departed at noon for a short wedding journey, after which 
they will go to their new home in New Orleans. The bridegroom is a student 
in the law department of Tulane University, New Orleans, where he will be 
graduated this spring. His marriage is the result of a romance begun while 
he was a student at the St. Louis University. Among the out-of-town guests 
were the bridegroom's mother, Mrs. N. Z. Adams, and his brother and sister- 
in law, Mr. and Mrs. E. Z. Adams, of New Orleans. Mr. and Mrs. Adams are 
now residing at 2722 Marengo street, New Orleans. 


Notre Dame de Bon Secour church was the scene of a beautiful marriage 
ceremony on "Wednesday, Jan. 10, when Miss Gladys Schilling, the young 
daughter of Mrs. Christine T. Schilling, was united to Maurice E. Reilly, a 


rising young business man of this city. The ceremony was performed by Rev. 
Fother Hochard, CSS. R., and Rev. Phillip J. Murphy, S. J., delivered a most 
impressive address to the young couple. Mr. and Mrs. Reilly left for a short 
bridal tour, visiting several points of interest in the South, and in a fortnight 
will be at home to their friends at 1814 Carondelet street. 


At the reception tendered Right Rev. John E. Gunn, D. D., Bishop of 
Natchez, by the Jackson Council, K. of C, the address of welcome was de- 
livered by George F. McDonnell, past State deputy. 


In acknowledging the receipt of The Springhillian and sending in his sub- 
scription, John Wogan writes interestingly of his life at the United States 
Military Academy, West Point, which he entered last June. We wish him all 
success in the career on which he has entered. 


The Pensacola Journal notes that the friends of Mr. Edward Lebeau, 
formerly of Saint Louis, but who has since his graduation from Spring Hill 
College in Mobile made his home in Pensacola, will regret to know that he will 
enter business in another city. Mr. Lebeau left on Monday night for Galves- 
ton and will probably locate there or in some other Texas city. 


Students of the second half of the nineties will remember the three Villa- 
mils, Luciano, Amado and Juan. We had a pleasant visit from Mr. Via, who 
is in partnership in the lumber business with Amado, and of whom he spoke 
in the highest terms. We were grieved to learn of Luciano's death. Juan is 
engaged in business in Havana. 

Spring Hill College 

Mobile, Alabama 

£5> PRING HILL COLLEGE is built on rising ground, five miles distant from 
^^ MOBILE, and elevated one hundred and fifty feet above the sea-level. Tt 
enjoys a constant refreshing breeze, which renders its situation both agreeable 
and healthy. The surrounding woods afford the most pleasant summer walks. 
A never failing spring at the foot of the hill, and within the College grounds, 
furnishes an abundant and lasting supply of water to the beautiful lake where 
the students may safely enjoy the beneficial exercise of swimming. Long ex- 
perience has proved that, owing to its position, the College is entirely exempt 
from those diseases which prevail at certain seasons in the South. 

The College was incorporated in 1836 by the Legislature of Alabama, with 
all the rights and privileges of a University, and empowered in 1840 by Pope 
Gregory XVI. to grant degrees in Philosophy and Theology. 

The directors of the institution are members of the Society of Jesus, which 
from its origin has devoted itself to the education of youth. They will endeavor 
to show themselves deserving of the confidence reposed in them by evincing on 
all occasions a parental solicitude for the health and comfort of those entrusted 
to their charge, by sparing no pains to promote their advancement and by keep- 
ing a careful and active watch over their conduct. The exercise of their author- 
ity will be mild without being remiss, in enforcing the strict discipline and good 
order so essential for the proper culture of both mind and heart. By this two- 
fold education, which is based on Religion and Morality, they will exert all 
their energies not only to adorn the minds of their pupils with useful knowledge, 
but to instill into their hearts solid virtue and a practical love of the duties 
which they will have to discharge in after life. 

The public worship of the institution is that of the Catholic Religion ; how- 
ever, pupils of other denominations are received, provided that, for the sake of 
order and uniformity, they are willing to conform to the exterior exercises of 

The plan of studies is established on a large scale, and is calculated to suit 
not only the wants but the progress of society. It consists of three principal 
courses under the name of PREPARATORY, ENGLISH and CLASSICAL. 

French, German, Spanish, Italian, form separate courses, are optional, and 
are taught without extra charge. 

Extensive grounds, spacious buildings, commodious class-rooms, library, 
reading rooms, billiard and recreation rooms, and the largest and best equipped 
college gymnasium in the South, every facility for the self-improvement and 
physical well-being of the student. 

For Catalogue, etc., apply to REV. F. X. TWELLMEYER, President. 














J. ML T>. Q. 





The object of THE SPRINGHILLIAN is to record College 
events, to stimulate literary endeavor among the students, and 
to form a closer bond between the boys of the Present and the Past 



Morning— A. C. M 181 

The Progress of Catholicity in the United States — M. Mahorner, Jr., 

A. M., '05 '_ 183 

Nature's Felicitous Influence — T. Howard Kelly, '14 187 

Rounding the Horn — Charles Youree, '15 188 

The Mocking Bird— A. C. M 190 

Aly First Underground Trip — Joseph Franklin, '15 191 

Saved by Fire — Emory Brooks, '14 192 

Baseball Nursery Rhymes — 194 

The Murderer— B. A. Brulatour, '15 195 

The Making of Jack Marlowe — R. Howard Sheridan, '14 196 

"Uncle Mul" 202 

Baseball Jottings— P. J. Becker, '13 223 

The White Ship of the North— E. I. F 204 

Jottings — Frank Prohaska, '13 206 

Alumni Notes 211 

Second Division Items — J. Frank Gillespie, '15 218 


Rev. E. C. de la Moriniere, S. J. 
Francis A. Meyer, A. B. George L. Mayer, A. B. 



Entered as second-class mailer, October 29, 1910, at the post office at Spring Hilt, Alabama, under the Act of March 23 , 1879 


A. CM 

How long, how long 

The whippoorwill's song! 
Will the night-bird never be dumb? 

O mocking-bird's strain 

At my window pane 
O tell me that day-break has come! 

The gentle spray 

Of the morning ray 
On brook and bracket and bower 

Came softly over 

The field of clover 
And dropped her silvery shower. 

And oh ! the joy 

Without alloy 
As she rained down glory untold, 

And the splendor fell 

On hill and dell 
And the flowers were floating in gold. 

And Nature awoke 

With the magic stroke 
And sprang in the golden spray. 

She cried and laughed 

On reef and raft, 
As she bathed in the break of day. 


Thus on the mind 
Fall, gentle and kind, 

The fountains of light that live; 
On the human soul, 
One ray of the Goal 

And a joy that man cannot give; 

One drop of the love 

Of the land above, 
Where weariness cannot sever; 

Where the morn is day 

Forever and aye, 
And the shower of light is forever. 

Just one deep thought, 
All heaven-wrought, 

Just the spray of celestial things — 
And the catacomb cave 
Of the Christian slave 

Is lit with the glory of kings! 


Sty? priigrrBa of (Eailfflltritg ttt ifj? 

M. MAHORNER, JR., A. M., '05. 

Address delivered before the Louisiana State Convention of the Confed- 
eration of Catholic Societies, at New Orleans, April 28, 1912, by M. Ma- 
horner, Jr. 

I greatly appreciate the honor conferred upon me by the invitation to ad- 
dress this convention on a subject of such great interest to its members. Of 
interest to you, first, because as sons of Mother Church, you cannot but feel 
a pride in all matters pertaining to her welfare. Of especial interest to you, 
because it can be justly said that nothing has contributed more towards the 
advancement of Catholicity in America during the recent years, at least, than 
the work of the lay organizations which pledge their allegiance to the Church, 
and which by their open recognition of and obedience to her divine laws and 
doctrinal teachings have daily strengthened her position in the great battle 
for religious supremacy that is being waged on the Western Continent. 

The bonds of benevolence and brotherly love which so inseparably link 
together our members, the strength and harmony acquired in their unity of 
loyal purpose, the moral courage engendered by the spirit of good fellowship 
and social intercourse, and, above all, the admiration so universally won by 
the Catholic societies of the United States because of their patriotism and gen- 
eral civic worth, have all eliminated many of the prejudices against Catholicity 
and consequently removed many of the most formidable obstacles that so long 
stood in the way of the Church's advancement. 

It has been well said that "fraternalism involves a great social plan which 
merges the individual into the mass, and puts behind man standing alone, the 
immeasnreable strength of man standing together." It is this immeasureable 
strength that has, in no small degree, helped the Church achieve the success 
that she has won in this great country, and therefore one could hardly imagine 
a more opportune or auspicious occasion for an address upon "The Progress of 
Catholicity in the United States" than before an assembly of the representa- 
tives of Catholic societies. 

The greatest difficulty I have had with the subject assigned to me was to 
gather into intelligible shape for a brief discourse, a concise and somewhat 
worthy summary of the history of the Church among us since first she brought 
the light of faith to the shores of the new world. 

The wonderful record of her progress is so closely associated with every 
epoch of American history — every page of American history is so brilliantly 


illumined with the glorious achievements of Catholicity, that we cannot recite 
the story of one without recounting the annals of the other. 

It began when the great explorer, Christopher Columbus, unfurled the 
banner of Catholicity to the tropical breezes of the West Indies and cele- 
brated the eventful occasion with a solemn mass of thanksgiving 
and the sacred notes of the Te Deum. It harks back to the 
very opening of the gates of the western empire, to the time when 
Ponce De Leon in 1513 sought the eternal spring of youth where is now the 
State of Florida ; to the day when one hundred and twenty years before the 
Puritans landed on Plymouth Rock, the Cabots planted the Cross on the bleak 
and barren coast of Labrador; to the time when the Calverts established re- 
ligious freedom on the shores of the Chesapeake; to the first exploration of 
the great St. Lawrence and Mississippi valleys ; to the period when the Fleur 
de Lis cast its imperial shadow over this genial land of the South. Tracing it 
back through the more than four hundred years of American history, we find 
it has its conspicuous place in every chapter — its part in every phase of Amer- 
ican development. It is linked inseparably with every advancement of west- 
ern civilization, and it is today recording statistics which show that its subject 
— th ■ Catholic Church — is recognized as the greatest institution on the western 

Aye, like a wonderful romance runs the story of Catholicity in the United 
States, following closely civilization's westward march of conquest, led by 
the dauntless explorers, Father Marquette, De Soto, La Salle, Iberville, Bien- 
ville and others who intrepidly bore the standard of the Cross hand in hand 
with that of their country. Onward its interesting career carries us from the 
earliest settlements along the Atlantic and Gulf coasts, through the unexplored, 
fever-laden valleys of our great rivers, and still onward over the barren wastes 
and rugged slopes of the golden west, leaving us to be charmed by no less in- 
teresting and thrilling accounts of the old Franciscan missions of New Mexico 
and California. 

But it is not only told in romance, for the Church in America has* fur- 
nished her martyrs and contributed her share of characters in the great trage- 
dies of our country. Many of our first missionaries as truly braved death for 
the good of Christianity as did the early followers of the faith who shed their 
blood upon the sands of a pagan arena to make a Roman holiday. 

Of the sons of St. Francis, who have the credit of establishing the first 
mission in the United States under the leadership of Father Suarez, who came 
in 1528 as the first Bishop of Rio de las Palmas, or Florida, a majority fell 
victims to Indian massacre, Father Suarez himself dying of starvation on a 
lonely island. Fathers Corpa, Rodriguez, Anon, Banajoz and Velasco were 
Hkewise murdered by the savages during the early period of the mission work, 


and as late as 1704, when nearly fifty thousand Indians had been converted 
to Christianity by these heroes of the Franciscan Order, Fathers Juan de 
Parga, Marco Delgado and Manuel de Mendez suffered martyrdom for the 
cause. And those above mentioned are but a few of the Franciscans alone 
who gave their lives in the propagation of the faith in certain sections of the 

Of that great order which has contributed so much to history in every 
land — the Society of Jesus — Marquette, worn out with sickness, knelt down 
and died upon the beach of Michigan ; Menard perished in the wilderness of 
northern "Wisconsin; Gravier received his death wound in Illinois; Souel was 
massacred by the Indians in Arkansas; Doutreleau, near the same spot, poured 
out his life's blood on the chalice while saying mass; Senat, who refused to 
escape without his flock, was burnt at the stake ; Alneau was slain by the 
savages of northern Minnesota ; Rasle was murdered and scalped by the Eng- 
lish from Boston, who evidently found the Indian methods well adapted to 
their idea of refined Catholic persecution ; and these, too, were but a few of 
the many Jesuit martyrs whose blood was spilled in heroic sacrifice in the first 
efforts to Christianize this great land of ours. 

The Augustinians, too, furnished their quota of Christian warriors who 
went down in glorious death beneath the conquering banner of the Cross in 
the new world. 

And from the pages of history there shine forth many other immortal 
names of martyred Catholic missionaries, who bravely went into the wilds of 
unexplored America, not as members of any religious organization, but out of 
the laudable desire to share in Christianity's most difficult tasks. 

Thus we see the early progress of the Church in America marked by a 
trail of sacrificial blood, and only the incredible perseverance of those who 
first carried the sacrament into the western wilderness could have given us' 
in the United States the great religious body of which we so proudly claim to 
form a part. 

So, while engaged in an optimistic review of her glorious conquests, let 
us not overlook the fact that the high place which the Church has attained on 
the western continent was only won by the bitterest sacrifices. Let us not 
lose sight of the great struggles through which she has passed, and the enor- 
mous debt of gratitude that we more favored ones owe to her earlier champions. 
Let us not forget that the same religious persecution that harassed her on tl 1 ^ 
continent followed her relentlessly to the shores of the new world, and that 
only by divine courage and Christian inspiration was she enabled to gain a 
foothold on the land which had been discovered and first explored by her sons. 
The St. Augustine mission, owing to its location away from the centers of 
activity, never attained the dignity of a colony. The numerous other Catholic 


settlements along the Atlantic and Gulf coasts were of local importance. Not 
until Lord Baltimore obtained letters patent to the Maryland territory in the 
latter part of the seventeenth century, did the Catholics find a congenial clime 
for colonial development. 

A full century later, after the Revolution, we find only 15,000 Catholics 
in Maryland and about one-half that number in the rest of the States. It was 
as late as 1789 when Father John Carroll, of immortal memory, was appointed 
as the first Bishop of the United States. And let those of other faith who are 
wont to use as a political argument against Catholicity the fear of creating 
unity between church and state, be charitable enough to remember that it 
was in the first Catholic colony in America that religious liberty found a home 
— its first and only home in the wide world; that it was through Father Car- 
roll's activity that the first United States Congress enshrined a guarantee of 
religious freedom in the organic law of the land — the American Constitution. 
Of that G. L. Davis, a Protestant historian, has magnanimously said: ' "Let 
not the Protestant historian of America give grudgingly. Let him testify 
with a warm heart and pay with gladness the tribute so rightly due the mem- 
ory of our early Catholic forefathers. Let their deeds be enshrined in our 
hearts and their names be repeated in our households. * * * In an age of 
credulity, like true men, with heroic hearts, they fought the first great battle 
of religious liberty, and their fame, without reference to their faith, is now 
the inheritance, not only of Maryland, but also of America." 

The reins of church government being once firmly placed in the guiding 
hands of Archbishop Carroll, he devoted his energies towards the establish- 
ment of seminaries for the education of priests, in order to better supply the 
growing demands of the scattered Catholic population. 

Then came our schools, and in the year 1788 the foundations of George- 
town College were laid. Shortly after, in the early part of the nineteenth 
century, the Sisters of the Visitation and the Sisters of Charity established 
their communities in Maryland, and began the wonderful work of charity and 
education that has contributed so much towards the good of Catholicity and 
humanity at large in this great country of ours. 

It was not until the year 1906, that the Baltimore Cathedral — the first in 
the United States— was begun. It was as late as 1908 before it became neces- 
sary to create other dioceses to serve the spiritual wants of the small, scattered 
Catholic population of the States. 

So we see how, slowly but surely, the Church laid her foundations in the 
United States ; how for more than three hundred years she labored and 
wrought, without show of glamour. For generations she fought her way, step 
by step, hemmed in by political and social prejudices, hounded by persecu- 
tion, but never shaken in spirit nor wavering in the courage that was destined 
to eventually raise her to the spiritual leadership of the nation. 


Today she numbers over 15,000,000 among the faithful in the States alone 
— an increase of nearly 400,000 over the census of 1910 and a growth of over 
4,000,000 in the past decade, and practically double the Catholic population 
of the country of twenty years ago. She has 18,000 priests, 13936 churches, 
14 archbishops, 97 bishops, 3 cardinals, over 6,000 students preparing for the 
priesthood, 229 colleges for boys, 701 academics for girls and 289 asylums, 
where more than 47,000 orphans have found a home. 

These figures alone eloquently tell the wonderful story of her progress, 
and conclusively show that the Catholic Church in the United States is a pow- 
erful factor in the upbuilding of the greatest nation on earth. 

The Church's conservatism in temporal affairs, her consistency in doc- 
trine, her certitude in ail matters in which she declares herself, is appealing 
to the intelligence of the United States. The day has passed when it becomes 
necessary for Catholicity to defend itself against the feeble, futile attacks 
of its maligners. The American public is becoming an educated public, a 
thinking, fair-minded public, and the old hackneyed libels against Catholicity 
are at once recognized as the dying gasps of a passing prejudice. 

The bitter, anti-Catholic billingsgate of a Tom Watson is heard as the 
puny, puerile disputations of a diseased brain. The Church's place in this 
great country of ours is secure, her continued advancement assured. She 
moves into the future as a leader in the changing age, guiding the destinies of 
her people on an upward trend and proclaiming a standard of righteousness 
that alone can save our nation from the turmoil of a social and spiritual 


The funeral of my father was over and I returned, sad and sorrowful, to 
my once happy home. Five years before, my mother departed from this life, 
and now my father had followed her to the great land of Eternity. I was 
alone in the world, my only relatives resided in New York, which was a mat- 
ter of a thousand miles away. 

The close of the summer's day was near at hand. In the golden-flooded 
west the crimson sun was slowly sinking to rest behind the tall, waving palm 
trees; his dying rays of splendor changing the waters of the Amelia River 
into a stream of sparkling gold. 

I sat, and with a heavy heart watched the fading day pass into the twi- 
light hour. All nature was silent and serene, as if in reverence for the part- 


ing day, and in the silence of this darkening hour, my hopes of life sank into 
the encompassing shadows of approaching night. 

My favorite haunt of a summer's evening was a tropical bower on the 
river's bank. There, amid the shadows of the dense, varied Florida foliage, 
and under the wide, green leaves of tall, stately palms, I was wont to sit and 
gaze upon the murmuring Amelia, as it glided gently by the white shore on 
its way to the broad Atlantic. And now, to this place I decided to go, there 
to be alone in my sorrow and woe. 

As I strolled sadly through a sweet-scented pine grove, the darkness of 
night fell about me. The twinkling stars rushed out; and over in the east 
the pale light of the rising moon spread over woodland and streams. 

In a short time I reached my destination. The scene before me was sub- 
lime enough to inspire any heart, even one as sad as was mine, with the beauty 
and grandeur of nature. 

The soft beams of the June moon fell in silvery flakes over the surface 
of the reflecting river. Sweet music from some anchored yacht, borne upon 
the evening breeze, floated over the rippling stream of flowing silver, and 
lighted upon my ears with such a harmonious effect that all of my cares and 
sorrows were for the moment dispatched ; and I sat gazing in enraptured ad- 
miration of the beauties of life and nature. My troubles vanished as light 
must before the rays of the rising sun. The happy, bright side of life appeared 
to me, as I drank in the beauty of this scene. 

The charms of nature had always appealed to me, and now as I sat by 
the river side, my spirit bowed under the heavy cross of my recent bereave- 
ment, her splendor and glory lifted me from the depths of my sorrow and 
caused me to realize that with such a beautiful world around me, life would 
always hold something for me to live for. And with this realization I raised 
my head and heart above my grief, and resolved to meet the future with 
resurrected spirits and energy. 


I am second mate on the liner Vulcan, and at the time of writing we are 
in the south seas, intending to round the Horn for New York. Before reach- 
ing the Horn, however, we find ourselves in a dead calm ; the sea is as brassy 
and horrible as if we had shot the albatross. We berate the luck that brought 
us such weather, when as if in answer to our curse a gale sprang up that re- 
solved itself into the most violent hurricane that I have ever experienced. 


We soon found that our good ship was not invincihle, as we thought, for 
she sprang a leak and a moment later found all hands laboring at the pumps. 
Seeing the impossibility of saving our ship, we manned the lifeboats, and put 
the women aboard them and were beginning with the men when our ship 
showed signs of taking a dive, for she was rapidly filling. Then I began to 
busy myself with some means of providing for my own salvation. I soon 
constructed a rude raft with a piece of spar and a barrel or two, and with a 
prayer gave myself into the hands of the water. 

"When I awoke it was to find myself upon a beach with beautiful birds 
of rare colors overhead, and the faithful sun kissing my cheeks through the 
bright green foliage. After giving due praise for my marvelous escape, from 
a grave at the bottom of the ocean, I turned my thoughts towards procuring 
some consolation for the inner man. Advancing some fifty yards I came, to 
my great surprise, upon a band of natives. They were typical head-hunters; 
I readily recognized them, for I bad often seen their fellows in New York, — 
admission ten cents. They were the genuine variety; there could be no mis- 
take about it. To my utmost astonishment they offered me no harm, but 
beckoned me to follow them to their village. When we reached there I was 
ushered into the presence of their queen, and such a magnificent specimen 
of an Amazon I had never dreamed of. She sat majestically on her throne, 
surrounded by her natives, a, small black slowly waving a fan over her. Her 
color, unlike that of her subjects, was cream, her eyes were jet black and went 
through me like an electric current. 

The queen, after observing me for a few moments in absolute silence, 
said in even tones : "Where um come?" My surprise at her extensive knowl- 
edge of the English language was very great. When I came to, I answered: 
"American — boat sank." She gave a few orders to her immediate attend- 
ants, and I was led away, but not without a smile from my Amazon. 

They took me to a thatch-covered hut, Avhere I was comfortable enough, 
but still without anything to eat. I suppose my beautiful Amazon forgot that 
Americans lived on food, and I plainly saw that I must search for nourish- 
ment on my own account. I left the hut when no one was watching me 
closely and was making my way unmolested when I was suddenly attacked, 
bound and tied to a tree. The chief of my captors, a veritable giant, addressed 
me, saying: "Medicine man bewitch um queen; me kill um." At that he 
brought from his scanty garment a murderous-looking creese. Placing it to 
my side he put a slight pressure to the knife, and slowly pressed harder and 
harder. I saw that my death was only a matter of a few moments, and then 
all my past life came up before me. How I wished I could live it all over 
again ! What excruciating pain ! A moment longer, and the pain would have 
driven me mad, when— "All right! Get up! It's five forty-five!" "Yes, 
sir! I'm awake." 


Stye iMflrkttts-itri 

A. C. M. 

Come, Mocker, come 

And sing me some 
Of the day-break songs of yore ! 

I'm tired of the tale 

Of the whip-poor-will's Avail — 
M ay the night-bird come no more ! 

Of thy tiny throat 

The careless note 
Can drive away the Night. 

Now, warbler, say, 

Canst thou drive away 
The wail of the wailer for Light? 

Say, Mocking-bird, 
Thou sweetest e'er heard, 

To the tune of the day-break above. 
Singing softly with you, 
There's Another more true, 

Give the soul her calm and love? 
Little bird., couldst thou 
Else how, yes how, 

Thy note so melodious and free. 
Is helping along 
Aye, the Author of Song 

Is Another singing with thee? 


M$ Jtrat Into rgnwno ®rin 


Clad in a suit of old overalls, a strong pair of water-proof shoes, with a 
miner's cap and lamp, I was ready to make my first trip into an ore mine 
under the care of the superintendent, — a very jolly man about thirty-five or 
forty years old. 

We waited until the hoisting engine had let the tram-cars down the steep 
and slippery incline. Then we made a quick entrance into the dark and muddy 
mine. About sixty feet down the incline we turned into the first room on 
the right, so as to avoid the cable and cars which have killed and injured 
many men. Slowly we went through the air-ways from room to room, stop- 
ping several times to rest, as the half-stooping position one is compelled to 
assume tires the back, especially when you are not used to it. 

The temperature was very cool and pleasant compared to the hot rays of 
an August sun, which we left a few minutes ago. While we rested I could 
see the crystal water gently trickling through the crevices in the dark brown 
roof. The reflection from our lamps made the roof and sides resemble an 
an oriental palace bedecked with precious gems. Everything was very still, 
except the continual rattling noise of the drills hundreds of feet away in the 
headways, which sounded like burglars trying to break into your room at 

On either side of the incline, at intervals of fifty feet, are rooms called 
"headings." A miner is given one of these places and contracts to get out a 
certain amount of ore every day for the company. 

The heading we entered was Twelve Right. We walked about four hun- 
dred feet from the slope before we came to the end. Here the ore was being 
loaded into the cars by four burly men. A fifth man was at work running the 
drill, which made such a loud noise that it was impossible to hear one speak 
until it was shut off. The superintendent explained to me the method of 
drilling. In order to "pull" the ore the holes must be drilled at certain angles 
and a certain number of feet deep before they are loaded with dynamite. As 
they were about ready to shoot, we retraced our steps towards the incline. 
Soon one of the muscular giants who was loading the cars came running to 
the slope and shouted, "Fire, Twelve Right!" The other four men followed 
close behind him, and every one near the heading secured a place of safety. 
The superintendent and myself were standing on the slope close to the wall 
between the twelfth and thirteenth heading. Soon there was a terrific explo- 
sion, — small pieces of ore came flying like hail-stones all the way to the slope. 


I felt the whole earth jar suddenly, and before I got over my fright a gust of 
wind caused by the explosion blew out our lights, leaving us in total darkness. 
I now heard a loud, rumbling sound and thought the mine was falling in, but 
it only proved to be a string of loaded cars that shot by us at a rapid rate. The 
sound gradually died away in the distance. 

On regaining my composure I inquired what we were to do in such a pre- 
dicament. I couldn't see my hand before my face, and the smell of powder 
started my head to aching. I began to wish I had never ventured so far under 
ground, — at least before I was due. But since then I have found out that an 
"old head" always enjoys a little fun with one on his first trip into the mines. 
So, the superintendent pretended to be as frightened as I was, which got 
things into an awful tangle. Well, since it is all over, I won't burden your 
mind with what happened during the fifteen minutes we were in the dark. 
But they say I acted very foolishly until we secured a light from two men 
on their way to the top. 

But I'll tell you I made several solemn promises that if ever I set my foot 
once more on the surface with the clear blue sky above me, I would be a bet- 
ter boy. My prayer was answered and we reached the top safely just as the 
last rays of the setting sun painted the western sky with a crimson glow. 


It was a cold and dreary night in a great city. The fog was chilly, ex- 
asperating, tedious. People bumped against each other without apology. 
Horses, carriages, wagons and the like swept around the corners with mag- 
nificent carelessness. Many a poor, forlorn vagabond would have given ten 
years of his vague life if he only had at his command a warm bed for this 
horrible night. 

Out in the west end of the city stood an apartment house, some five stories 
in height. On the top floor was a suite of rooms extraordinarily cheerful ; 
electric lights, a nice fire reflected from gleaming brass, the luxury of carpets 
and upholstering formed an alluring contrast to the dull yellow glare of a 
solitary lamp in the outer obscurity. In a big, comfortable chair sat a mother- 
ly-looking woman reading a book to a little, curly-headed boy, sitting beside 
her. They little thought of the poor husbands who are supporting their fami- 
lies on starvation wages, or the beggar who has no home at all and is unable 
to get a position. 


An hour later the little flat was in total darkness, with the exception of 
the rays of light which were thrown out by the fire, that was reflected in 
every corner of the room, especially on the furry rug lying before it. The 
mother, after sending her beloved boy to bed, took a few hair-pins and other 
articles' from her hair and following her son's example, retired to finish the 
night iu sweet slumber and happy dreams. 

The men in number four's fire house were on their nerves' end that night. 
No one could explain the cause for this excitement, but they could not get it 
out of their heads that they were going to have their dreams broken by the 
clang of the great bell that hung upon the wall. The first man took his 
watch, which lasted until two. He was nervous. He didn't know why. The 
horses stamped and pawed the floor as if their sleep was being interrupted by 
horrible night-mares. 

Time was dragging slowly on the watchman's hands. He nodded time 
and again, always waking with a start. At last he dozed off. He could not 
tell how long he had been in that state, but he was awakened suddenly by a 
startling clang! clang! clang! He knew it was the alarm. 

Looking upon the little flat again, you will find everything in dire still- 
ness, except the noise made by the spluttering fire in the grate that cracked 
continually. Not more than an hour after mother and child entered dream- 
land a piece of coal that had become tired of cracking, I guess, gave a loud 
crack, bursting itself into many parts, sending them hither and thither all 
over the room. One flaming piece lit on the great rug that lay in front of 
the hearth. The flame grew larger and larger until the whole room was 
illuminated by the great blaze. "When the flame grew taller it came in con- 
tact with the lace curtains, which sent out flames that kissed the ceiling. The 
room was now as bright as day, still mother and child slept blissfully on. A 
passer-by saw what danger the building was in and of course turned in the 

At last number four's truck and engine arrived at the scene. Hose was 
attached to the fire plugs. Engines were heard groaning as if they were on 
their death-bed. Men were running here and there. Cars were blockaded on 
account of the hose being thrown across the thoroughfare. Policemen were 
seen trying to hold back great mobs of people whose eager eyes wanted to 
see everything. 

The whole top of the building was one great illumination. Fire shot out 
of all the windows. All of a sudden a woman's voice was heard above 
the roar of the engines below, calling for assistance. She was standing with a 
child in her arms, on the edge of the window, ready to jump, when one of the 
fire-fighters bade her keep still. It seemed like hours to the spectators, but 
it was only a few minutes when one of the brave firemen was seen climbing 


slowly but surely to her rescue. The woman seemed to be all in agony. The 
white robe she wore was scorched in many places by the tongues of fire. 

Would she be reached in time was the question that confronted all. The 
fireman was somewhat nearer, but still far away. It looked as if he would 
never reach her, but he finally accomplished the feat just in time to catch her 
numb body as she fainted arid swayed as if to fall. 

Mother and child were brought to the ground in a smothered condition. 
An ambulance was called and they were hurried to a hospital not far away. 

Having recovered entirely by the aid of the good Sisters, who attended 
them, they were released from the hospital. But not before they had received 
salutary advice from their devoted nurses. Instead of her fairy tales the 
mother now has the Holy Scripture to entertain her dearest possession on 
earth, her little boy. 


Tom, Tom, the batting sun, 

Nobly swung for a circuit run, 

His Baker hit gave all a fit, 

It went right through the catcher's mitt. 

Peter, Peter, none was neater 
At a bunt, but couldn't beat 'er; 
Safely though he spiked the sack, 
Umps Yourout would wave him back. 

Jack and Jill raced for the pill 
That soared the air between them. 
"Mine!" shouts Jack; "Got it!" came back- 

tP "8* * W 

The crowd since then hasn't seen them. 



Stephen Raymond plowed his way through the desert sand, sobbing, 
straining, cursing his luck, Nevada, the cards, and the man who had felt his 
knife. The hot blood was still on his hands, and the scene yet bright in his 
eyes; — the man, clutching the table and sinking slowly to the floor; the roll- 
ing chips and the scattered deck; the startled faces; the infinite instant of 
silence ; and then the great roar of vengeance which turned the town mad be- 
hind him. 

"All hell's broke loose," he sneered, turning aside in the darkness to see 
if he were followed. 

On and on he ran, until he thought his lungs would burst. His knees 
growing weaker and weaker, he could run no longer. He stopped a second to 
catch his breath. And in that second, as though it were natural, he thought 
of his God and then to pray. He knelt, but then another thought occurred to 
him, as it does to all who lead a godless life, — that a murderer is an exile in 
the eyes of God. That this was so he had no doubt. Raymond arose silently 
and with a smothered oath, wormed his way onward. 

He had despaired of God's mercy, and now as he fled silently, beast-like, 
under the dim light of the stars, an open enemy of all human society, and a 
doubter in God's goodness, a thought came to him which made him shudder 
at first, then with an oath he yielded. Thoughtlessly as every murderer acts 
in this moment of despair, he prayed to the devil. Once this preternatural en- 
treaty had been muttered, an icy atmosphere enveloped his body, he stood 
on the broad sands of the desert shuddering, for he now feared his own 
shadow. He feared everything, even death, which at times relieves so many of 
their sufferings. He had an uneasy apprehension of some lurking danger, yet 
he felt certain that no one had followed him. Stephen Raymond was thus 
meditating, when his eye rested on the shadow of a cactus, which, as he 
looked at it, began to lengthen until it was separated by the light of the 
moon ; then his heart took a bound, for this second collateral form of shade, 
proved to be that of a man. 

When Stephen discovered this his heart stopped for a second, and in- 
stinctively his right hand slipped to his belt and a long, sharp blade, at level, 
glistened in the pale light of the moon. 

"Hold," said the man, "I haven't a weapon." 

"Then what the thunder did you take after me for?" demanded the mur- 
derer, lowering his knife. The shadow shrugged his shoulders. 


"It don't matter much, anyhow; I want you to come with me." 


"To my shack over on the edge of the desert." 

Stephen Raymond drove the heel of his boot into the sand, then glanced 
at the shadow again. 

"Who are you," he growled, "and what do you take me to be that I 
should put my neck in the rope at your bidding?" 

"I am Brani Balday," the other said simply, "and my hut is off there on 
the edge of the desert. I don't know who you are, but you've thrust the soul 
from a living man's body — there's the blood on your sleeve — and, like a sec- 
ond Cain, the whole human race is against you, and — " 

"Hold your say," shouted Stephen, "or I'll make you a second Abel for 
the joy of it." 

The other attempted to continue, but Raymond had prayed to the devil, 
so with fire in his eye he sank his ugly knife into the throat of Balday. The 
man stiffened, then relaxed and fell limply to the ground. 

The murderer as if awakening from a dream, gasped at the sight. He 
was a child of Satan now, and it troubled him. In his intense agony he once 
more looked up toward the sky, but only stars returned his gaze. 

Then on that dark desert, before dawn could enwrap the world in its 
glorious colors, a gun flashed, and a murderer went to face his Maker. 

Sty? Making of lark iUarloutp 


Jack Marlowe ascended the stone steps that led to his home on Fourteenth 
street, Philadelphia, happy and light-hearted. The day previous he had just 
graduated from Salem University with highest honors, and was now about 
to enter the home he had not seen since Christmas. 

On account of the serious illness of his uncle, his father and mother were 
prevented from being present at his graduation, but wishing to have him 
happy and composed on the last day of his school life had given him another 
reason for their not attending. 

Reaching the door he rang for admittance and was ushered into the pres- 
ence of his father and mother, who were overjoyed to see their son, and elated 
at his great success. They told him how well be looked, — how proud they were 
of him, — how splendidly he had succeeded, — and how sorry they were that 
they could not have been present at his graduation. Jack never remembered 


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having been so happy before. But his happiness was not to last long, for his 
parents were now forced to tell him the true cause that prevented them from 
being present at his graduation. 

When Jack heard this, and that little hope was entertained for the re- 
covery of his uncle, he became very melancholy, and asked to see him at once. 
This uncle was very fond of him, and being a bachelor, always treated him as 
a son of his own. He loved his uncle dearly and regarded him more as a 
father than an uncle. 

When he entered the sick man's chamber he saw at a glance that he was 
very low. He approached the bedside, and his uncle immediately brightened 
up when he saw him, but was unable to speak. Jack was deeply grieved, but 
tried to look as cheerful as possible, and, seeing what condition his uncle was 
in, he retired to the library, and strive as he would he could not keep back 
the tears. 

The doctors arrived, held a consultation, and said the dying man had a 
fighting chance. But during the night the Angel of Death descended and bore 
his soul to his Maker. Pie was surrounded by his brother and nephew, and 
many of his relatives, who saw him pass peacefully, with a smile on his lips 
to the great beyond. 

The next day the funeral was held, and was attended by a large con- 
course of sorrowing friends, and with a magnificent array of carriages and 

After the funeral the will was read and produced a universal shock. The 
dead man left all his vast wealth to various charitable institutions, and the 
city hospital. By the reading of the will this way his brother and family were 
rendered absolutely penniless. 

Mr. Marlowe was deeply grieved at the death of his brother, but this 
completely upset him and he was forced to his bed. He could not understand 
this strange act of his brother. He and his brother had always been very 
fond of each other from their earliest days. One day Jack's father, who was 
the elder of the two, had some misunderstanding with his father. This led to 
a quarrel and as a consequence the son left home, and was disinherited. When 
their father died he left all his wealth to Jack's uncle, on condition that he 
would not give any of his wealth to his brother, so bitter was the feeling to- 
wards his older son. 

As soon as he came into possession of the money he looked up his brother, 
and was astonished to find him married, and with a small son. They were in 
comfortable circumstances, but with few of the luxuries of life. He insisted 
that his brother cease work and come and live with him as half his wealth 
was his anyway, although he could not give it to him. Jack's father ever af- 
terwards lived with his brother, who informed him that when he died he would 


leave his entire fortune to him and his son. No wonder Mr. Marlowe received 
such a shock when the will was read. The' only reason he had for thinking 
his brother would make such a will was that once they had quarreled over a 
trivial matter, but this had long since blown over. 

Mr. Marlowe had not worked for so long, and the will so completely up- 
set him, that he was now unable to work. Jack, who had borne up under this 
great cross that was thrust upon him and his parents, seeing what a responsi- 
bility fell upon him, bravely undertook to meet it, but never having been in 
the business whirl, it was doubtful if he could succeed. 

Colonel Johnson, who had always been a great friend of Jack's uncle and 
father, gave him a position at his large real estate office. Jack worked from 
early morning until late at night in order to familiarize himself with the busi- 
ness, and provide for his parents. 

In a year they were in fairly comfortable circumstances, but nothing com- 
pared to what they had previously enjoyed. Every night his mother thanked 
God for having given her such a son. 

At the end of four years Jack was still with Colonel Johnson, not as an 
employee now, but as the junior member of the firm of Johnson & Marlowe. 
He was also engaged to Miss Laura Johnson, the youngest daughter of the 
Colonel, the wedding to take place in June. His parents were now in comfort- 
able circumstances, due to the constant and persevering labors of their son. 

June the twenty-first was the day set for the wedding, and by a coinci- 
dence this was the same day that the property of the deceased Mr. Marlowe 
was to be made payable. 

The lawyer in going over the will of the deceased and some of his per- 
sonal papers, found a later will stating that he left all his property to his 
brother and clear nephew, and also declaring the other will to be null. 

The lawyer immediately hurried to the residence of Mr. Marlowe and re- 
ported the glad tidings to him. Mr. Marlowe was elated at this joyous news 
and became very cheerful, and felt now kindly disposed to his dead brother. 
But at his request not to make the good news known to Jack until after the 
wedding, the lawyer promised silence. 

When the ceremony was over, Jack's father approached him and told him 
all. He was overjoyed, — more for his father's sake than his own, and de- 
clared it was certainly a fitting wedding present. 

Jack still claims to this day that the first will was the making of him, for 
he did not think he could cope with the world under such distressing circum- 
stances, but knowing what a responsibility was his, set out with the determi- 
nation not to be overcome, and to do his best to succeed. 


Amoa Ifnpatnnt 


One day while seated in my office reading a learned work entitled, "Pedi- 
grees and How to Hush Up Troublesome Ones," I was greatly surprised, as 
business was dull, to hear a heavy pair of boots rythmically ascending the 
stairs. I quickly put aside my volume, but hardly had I done so when, with- 
out invitation, a long-legged, cadaverous creature entered. He seemed to be 
a specimen from some backwoods country. He wore great, heavy boots, buck- 
skin breeches, a red flannel shirt and a large, rusty gray slouch hat. At his 
belt were placed a brace of pistols and a deadly looking Bowie knife, while 
slung over his shoulder was a rifle and a well-filled powder-horn. 

He gave me a long, wistful look and said: "Stranger, yer musta heard 
of me. My handle is Amos Hopstone, and I hail from Kaintuck. Give us yer 

I at once assured Mr. Hopstone that his reputation had preceded him, and 
indeed it had. The Hopstone-Gibsmith feud was notorious, even in New 
York. It had started by Pete Gibsmith averring that he had witnessed a 
wagon run without visible motive power. This same Amos Hopstone was re- 
puted to have killed twenty-nine Gibsmiths in twenty-eight days. Having 
then introduced himself, he drawled out: "I heerd tell that you find where a 
fellow is and who he is. Wa'al, I wiped out twenty-nine Gibsmiths in twenty- 
eight days. I'm gona beat the record of Bill Gibsmith, who put holes into 
twenty-nine of our gang in twenty-six days. But the opposition is pretty well 
thinned out, though I branched off into the kinfolks and wiped out the 
Smythe crowd in two months. Some guy slipped me that the Gibsmiths mi- 
grated from Noo Yawk, and I want yer to hunt up some of the clan in these 
diggin's. " 

I, seeing that the man had a desperate look, agreed, and upon my asking 
for compensation, he ejaculated: "You get me a job where I'll get my feed 
and I'll give yer my whole salary." 

AVith this the deal was closed, and the next day saw Mr. Hopstone in- 
stalled in the service of Mr. James Smith, as general man-of-all-work. The 
Smiths were good friends of mine, especially as I had "cast sheep's eyes" at 
Jimmy's sister, Evelyn, who in some measure seemed to return my affections. 

However, when on Saturday night Amos brought me his wages he ap- 
peared to be dispirited and cast down. After commenting on the state of the 
weather, he said: "Mr. Jones, I don't mind work, but some things do rile a 
feller considerable. They sure do." 


"For instance?" I queried. 

"Yesterday I was through feeding the goat and about half-way finished 
combing and brushing the hoss's ha'r when the door-bell rang and I had to 
run to the house, put an apron on over my overalls and slick up my ha'r. Then 
I let the visitor in, hoping that it was you with good news. Believe me, I let 
him out faster than he came in when I see it was a book-agent. I don't mind 
waiting at table, either, but when it comes to tending the baby, ding bust it, I 
sure get mad." 

I cheered him up by telling him that my researches were in a progressive 
state. The truth is that I had learned more than was congenial with my 

After Amos had been working for nearly a year, his clothes began to 
hang about him in rags, he needed a hair-cut and he was gifted with great 
hirsute adornment on his face. I advised him to clean up, declaring that it 
would incalculably improve his personal appearance. Nevertheless I was sur- 
prised on his next visit to note that, although he had always worn his arma- 
ment, he was now possessed of no war-like instruments. He vouchsafed this 
explanation: "Wa'al, yer see, I wuz gettin' seedy, so I went to 'Uncle' and 
Benjamin swapped me some second-hands, with a dollarn a quarter to boot, 
against the weepons." 

Now, a word about the Smiths. The friendship that existed between 
Jimmy and me might be called a family one, for our forefathers had always 
been neighbors. My grandfather Jones and Jim's grandmother Smith owned 
farms which were in juxtaposition. They were so very amiable that when a 
picket on the fence was broken loose neither took the trouble to have it re- 
paired. About the middle of August Grandfather Jones' well ran dry. This 
would have been a small catastrophe had he not lived so near Mrs 1 . Smith. 
However, as his calf seemed rather thirsty, he led it over and after the animal 
had quenched its thirst, turned it loose. Grandmother Smith's wash was out 
on the line. The calf proceeded to eat a sheet. "While it was still bent on 
destruction it was espied by Mrs. Smith, who, though ripe in years, was still 
agile. Firmly grasping a broom she sallied forth and lustily assailed the 
bovine until it was put to flight. Farmer Jones then took his Bible oath that 
he would never again speak to Mrs. Smith. She not only resolved not to hold 
converse with him, but moreover determined never to allow the calf on her 
side of the fence. Acting on this resolution, she chose a point of vantage near 
the fatal picket hole, armed with knitting needles and yarn. Mr. Jones estab- 
lished himself on the other side of the barrier, in order to water his calf when- 
ever his erstwhile friend was forced from sheer weariness to recuperate her 
strength. After she had knitted for a few days, the sport palled on her and, 
bringing out the family phonograph, she played the latest rags. This would 


have been a great idea, were it not for the fact that while she had to wind 
the machine, Farmer Jones had only to sit and listen to the harmonious sounds 
produced by the squeaky instrument. This state of affairs having been com- 
municated to Jimmy, our friendship was broken off and I received an engage- 
ment ring and a packet of letters from Evelyn. As I had been instrumental 
in getting the position for Amos, so now I was the cause of his discharge. I 
was angered at my former friend's action, and upon my client visiting the of- 
fice I explained the situation to him. I had discovered that "Gibsmith" was 
a contraction of Gibb Smith and that the feud had grown to world-wide pro- 
portions, as a person of that name is found in every clime. Amos' mind was 
immediately made up. "I'll wipe out every Smith in the States," he thunder- 
ed, and left my office in great joy. Left to myself, I was at first pleased to 
think that Jimmy would be cut off from these realms of trouble here below. 
Then I realized that his sister Evelyn was also designated by the not too un- 
common name of Smith. Before I knew what I was doing I had overtaken 
Amos, who was well on his way toward a hardware store. 

I give our conversation : 

"Amos, you should not be too hasty in this matter. Couldn't you drop 
the feud now that you have killed all the Gibsmiths?" 

"Now, stranger, fergit it. I'm out on the warpath, I am, and I'm gona 
raise sand." 

"But, my dear sir, since you are so bent on totally destroying the Smiths, 
you should at least have a little system in your methods. To have the pleasure 
of exterminating the whole family, you should start with the eldest member. 
Otherwise that eldest member might die before you were able to satisfy your 
vengeance. Now, I know where the oldest Smith abides. Moreover, to pre- 
vent you from taking a rifle without the owner's permission, I will present you 
with mine." 

After Amos had taken the musket with which my great-grandfather had 
fought at Bunker Hill, he most profusely thanked me and departed on his 
journey to the home of Jimmy's grandmother. A few days later Jimmy re- 
ceived this letter from his aged relative : 
"Dear James : 

"I have not yet received your last letter. Maybe you did not write it. 
That niddering blatherskite Jones still aggravates me with his perverseness. 
A funny man with a gun is standing in the road shooting in this direction. 
"While I was in the yard his gun seemed to be pointed toward me. He has 
wounded a chicken. I do really believe that he is actually firing at me, for he 
has come into the yard, and with his rifle resting on the window-sill is shoot- 
ing. Sincerely, 

"Your Grandmother." 


Of course I did not see this epistle until Jimmy and I were friends once 
more. However, I did not need to see it in order to know what was happening, 
as I also received a letter : 
"Dear Jack: 

"I am suffering from a bullet wound in my hat. As you may imagine, it 
isn't very painful. I was shot by a creature with long legs. He also killed that 
bone of contention, my calf. Since the animal's demise, Mrs. Smith has come 
around and we are now "hand in glove." The creature with the long legs 
has just thrown down his gun and seems to be leaving. He has been shooting 
at the air for two weeks. 

"Your Grandfather." 

"When I had digested this voluminous billet, I boarded a car and soon 
found myself at my friend's office. As soon as he had learned the purport of 
the note we were comrades once more. Of course I soon saw Evelyn, and in a 
few weeks we were made one. 

The last news that I ever heard of the worthy Hopstone came in this form : 
"Dear Stranger: 

"I quit. She is unshootable. I warn't no taters. I used fifty pounds of 
buckshot. I'm gona go back to Kaintuck where folks die natural and not from 
old age. 

"Hoping to always be a pal of yourn, I quit. Amos." 



(This edifying narrative has an added interest from the fact that the 
saintly man referred to was the father of one of our fellow-students. — Ed.) 

"Uncle Mul's religion, that's the religion for me." 

It was the victim of a railway accident who spoke. He was lying back 
in an invalid chair, the left side of his face bore marks of scalding, his right 
arm had been broken in three places. His words were keenly earnest. 

"Yes, sir, Uncle Mul was a good man." 

"Eighteen years ago I fired for Uncle Mul" * * * the listener grew 
interested for Uncle Mul had given frequent and varied evidence of being no 
ordinary Catholic. 

"I used to be fond of cursing, but Uncle Mul would let no cursing on his 
engine. No, sir!" 

"If I did break out, I heard him shout: 'I say! I say! no cursing on this 


engine; if there's any cursing to be done, I'll do it!' ' The speaker smiled and 
added : "That meant there was going to be no cursing at all.' 

"Yes, sir, I want to be a Catholic like Uncle Mul, and I want my wife and 
my child to be Catholics." 

The Uncle Mul of the preceding anecdote died recently from the effects 
of a scalding received in a railroad wreck. He was a Catholic who never in 
his life, through his fault, missed mass on Sunday, and who never, even when 
worn out with fatigue, broke the abstinence of Friday. To call him a practical 
Catholic would be only half the truth; he was earnestly and constantly devout, 
so devoted to Our Divine Lord in the Tabernacle that some assert that he 
never boarded his engine without first paying a visit to the church. * * * 
This may be a slight exaggeration, but it is true that many of the congrega- 
tion thought so, and he certainly was often found kneeling before the taber- 
nacle, his grip by his side, his eyes fixed on the "Prison Door." Again when 
he returned, after having guided the G. S. & F. to Palatka, Fla., and back to 
Macon, Ga., he would come, sometimes alone, sometimes with bis little Romalda 
by the hand, who, mute as a mouse, seemed to share her father's realization of 
the Real Presence. 

One of the priests attached to the church where Muldowney preached by 
edifying, yet unostentatious, example, tells of an incident, (one among many), 
that shows the strong faith of a strong man. 

One day, for special reasons, all the church doors had been locked. Mr. 
MuldoAvney came as usnal for his visit to the Blessed Sacrament, but he tried 
door after door, all were closed; be came round to the sacristv and found it 
open : little Romalda Avas with him. He enterpd. found the priest there saving 
his office. He whispered: "May we go and prav?" The priest bowed as- 
sent and went on reading his office; he had finished Small Hours, Vespers and 
Compline, when he looked down the church and saw that Mr. Muldowney and 
his little one were still there, his big eyes fixed on the altar, her little face with 
a gaze that was preternaturally composed. She seemed to have been on her 
knees all the while. How long they would have remained is hard to tell, had 
not the departure of the priest aroused the man of prayer and he came for- 
ward. When they came outside the edifice, the "Knight of the Throttle" told 
of some incident of his trip. He had always an anecdote ready, generally of 
some hair-breadth escape, for, during his long years, he had never had a serious 
accident until he experienced the one that was the cause of his death; this 
he attributed to a Special Protection of Providence in answer to constant 
prayer. " 1 ~nr?*'i 


Then there were days when he would exult over his word-battles for the 
faith. Everyone on the road knew that Uncle Mul was a Catholic, and that 
the one man he prayerfully pitied was a cowardly Catholic. 

This sketch is a leaf from the life book of a working man, who was at once 
a model father, a loving husband, a loyal, fervent Catholic. 

The writer asks a prayer for the perseverance of "Uncle Mul's" fireman, 
who is seeking to belong to "Uncle Mul's" religion: the One true Church of 
the One True God. — E. W., S. J., in Jesuit's Church Calendar, New Orleans. 

E. I, F. 

Forth from her port she proudly sailed, 
Her flags to the breeze unfurled; 

No craft before so keen had cleft 
The paths of ocean world. 

From prow to stern in colors set, 

So swan-like in her grace ; 
So queenly fair, majestic, grand, 

The giant of her race. 

She sailed away 'mid plaudits wild 

From thousands on the shore ; 
From land to ship, from ship to land, 

They rose in deafening roar. 

Amid that mass of human freight, 

No heart but beat at rest; 
The Queen of waters rides supreme 

Upon their heaving breast. 

No thought of fell disaster there, 

But laughter peal on peal ; 
No storm, nor billow, naught can rend 

The Titan's tempered steel. 

The winds may howl and crack their cheeks, 
The waves may fume and shock ; 


They laugh to scorn their childish rage, 
They stand as on a rock. 

But lo ! from out the Arctic shores, 

Another craft we see, 
Which stately rides abreast the waves, 

In grim, gray majesty. 

No loud huzzas her parting greet, 

No "pilot's at her wheel; 
The hand of man shaped not her plan, 

Nor fashioned out her keel. 

A mightier Architect than he 

Has drawn her graceful lines; 
The great White Ship of northern climes 

Came from a hand divine. 

Like myriad diamonds sparkles she, 

Amid the dazzling gleams 
Of sun's bright rays; a shining mass 

Of jewels rare she seems. 

Grim harbinger of death she goes, 

Her mission to fulfil ; 
That mission all the world has read — 

That God is Master still. 

On comes the Pride of England's craft, 

She spurns both ice and wave ; 
But oh ! where once reigned joy and mirth, 

Despair and horror rave. 

God's giant ship strikes but one blow, 

Upon the Titan's side, 
And like a living thing she reels. 

And sinks beneath the tide. 

man ! thy awful lesson learn, 

From lips that never lie : 
"The God of land and sky and e'en 

The God of sea am I." 





All remittances, literary contributions and business letters should be addressed: THE SPRINGHILLIAN . . Spring Hill, Alabama 








Summer is always a welcome visitor in these parts. Especially ought its 
approach to have been so to the physics bunch who were studying light. "We are 
now satisfied that this agent in nature cannot turn corners and do other inter- 
esting commonplaces ; but nevertheless it takes a mighty sharp man to dodge 
it in the Exam. But this latter part of the year has gone by swimmingly. 
Lakeside revelries and picnics began in the early part of May. The Portier 
Literary Society held their banquet in the College Refectory on May 14th. 
was one of the season's best. The feature of that evening was the smoker, 
given after the banquet, for the members by the Rev. Director in Yenni Hall. 
Ye Editors sat at the festive board in jovial conclave on the evening of May 

We find that we are beginning at the end of things. Let us go back to 
the chronicle where it left off in the Easter number. This is March 29th, when 
a goodly number went to town to see the New York Giants play Mobile a — 
game in thirteen innings. That was the day Daunis pocketed some of the gata 
receipts. Ask him about it and learn how. But sorrow overtook us ere that 
week was over. We still hear a faint echo trailing from Lee 's Summit, Mo. : 

"Got a m-m-match?" Shanks left us never to return. That's the tale it tells. 

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When it comes to speed, sixty per isn't in it with the Remington demon- 
strator who was out here the first part of April. He was a phenomenal per- 
former on the clicks and gave us a selection in Latin at first sight while con- 
versing in German. 



J. Lawrence Lavretta, '10, sang at High Mass here Easter Sunday. His 
voice has developed after his fourteen months' study in Europe. That same 
week (Holy Thursday) the wateli dogs broke into the deer park and killed 

four of the finest. 

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April 15th, 1 p. in., saw the specials halt at Collage Lane and a noisy crowd 
of the fellows board them for Monroe Park to witness the season's opening 
game with Birmingham. It rained towards the last, but that didn't prevent the 
Count from having his picture taken. The iron nerve of some people ! 

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It took combined Germany to brighten into life what had languished unto 
death, — tennis. After putting up a bench for their audiences, the Mr. Busches 
next proceeded to invest in a real outfit, consisting of white pants, shoes, 
rackets, and balls. The first game went to "Mr." B;useh, Sr. However, the 
ball was set rolling and tennis flourishes. 

The medal competitions were features during the past two months. The 
rolls for them have been well filled. 

The hail that fell throughout the State on April 20th was felt here. On 
seeing it, George (The other Half) was led to exclaim in ecstacy : "Look at 
the splinters of the Titanic 's iceberg just now reaching us." 

Carlos Frederic, '10, was around here in April. "Grampas" said he could 
not go back to Gulfport without some Spring Hill pop. So John Druhan, our 
obliging store-keeper, treated him to pop. Another "Grad" was out here the 
day after, but not for pop. This was Flurry Dowe, '11. 

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We take the greatest pleasure in recording this, — Bill captured second 
place in Mechanics for April. The Junior class is proud of Bill. 

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The last night of April was marked by the dedication of the May shrines 
in the study halls. Father Rector was present and spoke words of congratula- 
tion and praise. The College choir sang hymns, and all together the month of 
May was begun well. 

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The doings of the Freshman class would fill volumes. Their latest is 
"Panama" hats (marked down to 9c). This time they went ''back to the 
farm," and Pop with his corn-cob pipe carries out the idea. 


But not to be outdone in Rah ! Rah ! spirit, the Sophomores donned creamy 
white hats and pale white pants and sallied forth on the campus, where they 
had their pictures taken several times. 

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Our Senior class procured a half-holiday for us on the first Tuesday in 
May. It certainly was appreciated. Blackberrying parties still continue, at 
this writing, to scour the farm grounds. The lake never looked so inviting as 
on May 2nd, when we took a splash in it for the first time this season. The 
"nat" is only a memory now until next winter. 

"Fats" has the winning capacity. A fortunate few saw six "Blue Bells" 
disappear beneath his capacious waistband in succession on a bet. Needless 

to say "Fats" won the bet. 


On Ascension Thursday a number of candidates for the Sodality made 
their promises in the College chapel. 


"We entertained at dinner on May 20th Mr. Paul Sentell, who was the 
coach for the nine in the beginning of the season. Mr. Sentell is playing good 
ball on Chattanooga, and while his team was in town he took this occasion to 

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On May 23rd our prefect tendered a banquet to the College nine in the 
Refectory. The gate-keepers, scorers and a few others joined in the feast. 
Captain Bob and also the team's manager, Druhan, rose to respond to cries for 
a "speech." Mr. Walsh gave a short talk. 

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Heard in Sophomore : 

Professor (after a lucid demonstration in Trig.) — Has anyone any ques- 
tions to ask? 

Moon — Yes, sir; I want to ask Potter a question. 


On the night of May 25th, Rev. E. C. de la Moriniere delivered a lecture 
on Hamlet in the College Auditorium, which was tastefully decorated for the 
occasion. But owing in part to the excessive heat that night, the distinguished 
lecturer was forced to discontinue when but half through. 

The contest for the Jannin Memorial Oratorical Medal was held on May 
26th. The entrants were: John J. Gilmore, '13; George L. Mayer, '12; Frank 
S. Tarleton, 13 ; and Maurice R. Woulfe, '13. The judges, M. Mahorner, Jr., 
T. J. Touart and E. B. Dreaper, declared Mr. Mayer the winner, with Messrs. 


Woulfe and Tarleton distinguished. The subject of the oration was "Chris- 
tian Education." 

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On May 28th, Right Rev. Bishop Allen confirmed a class of about twenty 
in the College chapel, twelve of whom were from our number. Also on the 
28th, John E. O'Flinn, '10, was out here. "Pat" is studying dentistry now. 

The day after our grave and reverend Seniors went to Mobile to have 
their pictures taken in cap and gown. 

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We have a knight near us all day and do not appreciate the fact. This 
is "Doc." Doc rode the goat, climbed the greasy pole and did other interest- 
ing things in a recent initiation of the Knights of Columbus in Mobile on 

May 14th. 

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On May 29th the third league (Pinkies and Baby Dolls) finished their 
series and the pins go to Captain Delahoussaye's men. 

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Ploch says he was twenty in May. Ploch, "the dog's yours." (Ploch 
says he is going to quit lying because nobody believes him.). 

We overheard this at the elocution contest after the programs had been 
read over: "Gee! Here's three pieces by Anonymous. He wrote mine and 
I've been trying to find out who he is." — "The Curse of Regulus" is anony- 
mous. (This might throw some light on the source of such blissful boneness.). 

# # # # # 

The Collegiate section for the elocution medal attracted the public eye by 
the brilliant displays of the entries, on the evening of June 2nd. J. Emmett 
Niland, of Freshman, captured the prize on "The Old Actor's Story," with 
Maurice R. Woulfe a close second, and Herman Gervais and John Druhan 

We noticed the following recent graduates in the audience : Sid B. Simon, 
'08 ; Toxey Wagner, '09 ; Chas. Schimpf , '09, and Jas. Duggan, '10. The last 

gentleman took supper with us. 

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Concerning the Debate. 
Our Departure. — Easter Monday morning was a gala morning for the de- 
bating team. For they left that forenoon for New Orleans to win or lose in 
the debate with Loyola. Spring Hill's champions, Messrs. Geo. L. Mayer and 
Maurice R. Woulfe, together with Messrs. F. Meyer and F. Prohaska, pulled 
out of Mobile on the 1.30 train on April 8th and were in lots of time for the 
forensic contest the following Wednesday night. 


Our Return. — The team came back to Mobile that Thursday night and an- 
nounced in person the defeat of the Purple and White. But this was not 
owing to the two representatives who showed themselves throughout worthy 
representatives of Spring Hill. This evens up the score, and next year will 
decide for one term at least which is the premier institution in debate. 

The Debate. — The question this year was the "Direct Election of the 
United States Senators." Marquette Hall was appropriately decorated for 
the occasion. "We quote the following from the Picayune, which is not only a 
good synopsis of all four speeches, but a fair write-up as well : 

"The debate was a whirl-wind from start to finish, and the large and en- 
thusiastic audience which packed the auditorium was kept at white heat until 
the final decision was announced. As it was, Loyola won by a close margin 
of one vote. Loyola defended the affirmative and was ably represented by 
Henry Miller, '12, and Jos. Rault, '13. The negative side was convincingly 
and oratorically set forth by George L. Mayer, '12, and Maurice R. Woulfe, 
'13, both of whom represented Spring Hill. Rev. Leslie J. Kavanagh, Asso- 
ciate Justice Olivier 0. Provosty, Dr. Morton A. Aldrich, Hon. Clarence S. 
Hebert and Mr. Solomon Wolff acted as judges; Hon. John St. Paul presided 
as chairman. 

"Mr. Miller opened the battle of argument by outlining the question in 
detail and then enumerating the evils which the present system of electing 
United States senators by the State legislatures is causing. He scored the legis- 
lative dead-locks which he declared had entangled the senatorial situation in 
almost every State in the Union, and which had, on account of inability to 
elect, reduced the representation in congress. Too much time, he deposed, is 
being spent in legislative halls in settling senatorial disputes, which time ought 
to be taken up in making laws and bettering the conditions in the State. 
Bribery and corruption in State legislatures also came in for their share of 
shafts which the speaker directed at the present system. The senatorial elec- 
tion system today, he affirmed, is based wholly upon a distrust of the people. 

"In his vigorous defense of the present system, Mr. Mayer, the first 
speaker for Spring Hill, declared that corruption among the people constituted 
the main cause of the bribery evil. He showed how the present system, which 
was instituted by the framers of the constitution for all time, could be remedied 
by providing a plurality vote in the legislature, by securing more prompt elec- 
tions and by purifying a corrupt populace. He took occasion to cite the cases 
of Oregon and Wisconsin, which, he declared, had tried the election of their 
senators by popular vote and found the system a failure because it failed to 
produce any great public men and leaders. 

"Mr. Rault, the second speaker for Loyola, strengthened the arguments 
of his fellow-debater by a splendid and forceful talk. He directed a running 


fire against the political corruption which he enthusiastically declared popular 
election would entirely annihilate, and won a great ovation hy his witty re- 
mark: 'It is much harder for a poor man to enter the United States senate 
than for a rich man to euter Heaven.' Along this line he mentioned the steel, 
oil, and railroad senators of which he declared there were great numbers in 
the United States senate. A popular election, he said, will create a permanent 

"Mr. Woulfe, of Spring Hill, closed the debate proper hy a dramatic and 
effective appeal to abide by the constitution of the first congress at Liberty 
Hall. He summed up the points of the negative in a clear, concise demand for 
conservatism, which the popular election will tend to obliterate, influenced as 
it would be by public fancy and passion. 

"All four speakers presented snappy arguments in rebuttal, and it was 
plain to be seen that the judges were to have a difficult time in arriving at a 


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And now a few words in conclusion. The Second Leaguers have finished 
their series and Capt. Becker's men will sport their pins this summer. The 
premiums will be given out the evening of the 18th inst., and the crowning 
event of this year will be commencement on the 19th. 

The board of editors wish all a pleasant vacation. May we all have some 
gay tale to tell in September when the Pink-tea Set reorganizes and the 
Bum's Corner fills again. 

The following interesting letter has' been received by Rev. F. X. Twell- 
meyer, President of Spring Hill, from H. Cribbes Morgan, a student in the 
sixties : 

New Orleans, April 25, 1912. 
Reverend Father : 

May I be permitted, as an old Spring Hill boy, to congratulate your faculty 
on the admirable manner in which your representatives handled the negative 
1 — and in these days the most difficult — side of the debate held two weeks ago, 
between Spring Hill and the Loyola contestants at Marquette Hall in this 
city? I would have expressed my appreciation of this interesting debate 
earlier, but a press of important business made it impossible until now. 

The subject, "The Election of United States Senators by Direct Vote of 
the People, or by the Legislature," is one of general interest in this country 


at the present time, and at first blush, the average man would say, rather an 
ambitious one for undergraduates. Before, however, the discussion had pro- 
ceeded very far, the audience realized to their surprise, that the four debaters 
were masters of the situation, and were handling the subject with great credit 
to themselves and to the institutions they represented. Indeed, it is not say- 
ing too much to declare that their forceful arguments, pro and con, would 
have done credit to debaters in either house of Congress who daily wrangle 
over the affairs of the nation. 

While each in his degree did well, and while I am loath to envy Loyola 
her victory, candor compels me to say that had I been one of the judges I 
would have awarded the laurels to Spring Hill, and in so doing, I do not be- 
lieve I would have been actuated by any unfair feeling of preference for my 
old Alma Mater, whose sacred halls I left in the early sixties in response to the 
call that summoned the manhood of the South, old and young, to defend the 
rights of the States, as it was given us to see them. 

After an absence of half a century, my heart still thrills with pride at the 
memory of old Spring Hill's glorious traditions, and I look back with joy at 
the years I spent there, under the fatherly care of the good, learned and great 
men, who shaped her destinies and the lives of those under their tutelage. 

In conclusion, let me exclaim with the poet : 

"Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy." 
Very respectfully yours, 


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Hon. Alvin E. Hebert, A. B., '97, has entered on his duties as Secretary of 
State of Louisiana. His election to office has been regarded in the nature of 
a triumph by his friends. Mr. Hebert began and carried on his campaign as 
an independent Democratic candidate, without having formed any political 
alliances. His majority over his opponent was 11,641, one of the largest regis- 
tered for any candidate. At the coming commencement Spring Hill will con- 
fer the degree of LL.D. on Mr. Hebert, whose successful career has been a 
source of pride to his Alma Mater. 

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Hon. Charles J. Theard, A. B., 76, A. M., 78, LL. D., '05, was elected pres- 
ident of the Citizens' Bank, New Orleans. The Picayune of May 15th, says 
editorially : 

The announcement of the retirement from the presidency of the Citizens' 
Bank, one of our leading financial institutions, of Mr. George W. Nott, and the 
selection as his successor of Hon. Charles J. Theard is a matter of great in- 
terest to the entire community. The Citizens' Bank is one of our oldest bank- 
ing institutions and has had a distinguished and successful career. 

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In the selection of Mr. Theard as president the shareholders and directors 
of the hank are to be congratulated upon having secured the services of one 
of the ablest as well as most distinguished of the young men of the community. 
Mr. Theard is a native of this city, and comes of an old and distinguished 
family. He enjoys the distinction of being one of the ablest lawyers in the 
state, and has always been prominently identified with public matters. He is 
known as a man of unswerving integrity and of high character, and his large 
legal practice has given him a wide knowledge of men and affairs. 

The Picayune extends its warmest congratulations to the shareholders 
of the Citizens' Bank on their good fortune in obtaining so brilliant, able and 
substantial a man as Mr. Theard as president of the institution. Under his 
management the bank is certain to increase both its activities and its profits, 
and add, if that were possible, to the high reputation it has long enjoyed for 
strength and solidity. 

In the recent election in Louisiana, Hon. Walter J. Burke was chosen as 
senator from the Thirteenth district. Mr. Burke has two sons in residence at 

the College. 

* # # # # 

James D. Hanlon, B. S., '92, of Bayou Goula, La., was married at a nuptial 
mass to Miss Annie Raferty in Mater Dolorosa Church, New Orleans, on April 
16th. On their wedding tour Mr. and Mrs. Hanlon spent an evening at the 


* # # # # 

Biloxi, Miss., April 18. — Phillip Prieur, A. B., '95, a prominent merchant 
of Biloxi, and Miss Eliska Marie Elliott, of New Orleans, Avere married at St. 
Ann's Church, in New Orleans, yesterday morning at a nuptial mass at 10:30 
o'clock by Father Bogaerts. 

Henry Prieur, a brother of the bridegroom, assisted the groom, and Miss 
Evelyn Elliott, the bride's sister, was maid of honor. Ushers: A. M. Carriere, 
F. M. Carriere, Francis Elliott, Edward Durel, H. Courturier and F. Comma- 
gere, of New Orleans, and Gaston J. Wiltz and Leon J. Roy, o: : Biloxi. 

A reception followed at the residence of the bride 's parents, Mr. and Mrs. 
J. Filmore Elliott. The couple returned yesterday to Biloxi. They will re- 
side at 1046 "West Howard avenue. 

Prof. A. J. Staub, Mus. D., has been the recipient of very flattering com- 
pliments for the able manner in which he conducted the concerts of the Mo- 
bile Saengerfest. 

* * # # # 

A feature of the commencement exercises of the Universitv of Alabama 


School of Medicine, Mobile, was the presentation by Very Rev. Fr. Twell- 
meyer, President of Spring Hill, of the Rhett G-oode Prize, donated by Mrs. 
and Miss Mabel Goode in memory of a devoted husband and father. Eloquent 
tributes were paid to the late dean of the school by the various speakers. 

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At the annual meeting of the State council of the Knights of Columbus, 
held in Mobile May 14, Frank D. Kohn, A. B., '89, was elected State Deputy, 
and William Cowley, A. B., '95, State Advocate. 

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Matthias Mahorner, Jr., A. B., '94, A. M., '05, is in constant demand as an 
orator. In a recent address to the graduating class of Barton Academy, Mo- 
bile, he said in part : 

"Today, educated and equipped by the highest standard of academic 
training, you form the true grand army of the republic. 

"You have the spirit of the greatest nation on earth, the spirit of de- 
mocracy and independence, backed by the advantages of refinement and edu- 
cation, though let me remind you to ever cherish in your hearts a feeling of 
discontent with yourselves, your life, for so long as you do you will ever strive 
upwards and profit by the many noble examples that our fellow man is setting 
for the best of us. A contented peasant may be a country's pride, but a con- 
tented peasant will never be anything but a peasant. 

"Let your education be a means of elevation to the higher ideals of civili- 
zation. Use it as a foundation upon which to build for the future. Do not 
make the mistake of considering your studies complete — but continue to read. 
Cultivate a taste for history and biography in order that you may better know 
the wonderful story of the human race and thereby better understand your- 

"For you then the race has marched its westward course; the scholar has 
trimmed his lamp; the warrior unsheathed his sword; the martyr died; for 
you the singer has sung his song; the author told his story; for you the earth 
has been explored; the heavens measured; the sea sounded. Yours is the herit- 
age of all the past; your are the heir of all ages." 

# # * * * 

Mr. Clarence Kearns, S. J., will be raised to the holy order of priesthood 
at St. Louis University on June 27th. Mr. Kearns was a member of the class 
of '99, and later for some years a very successful director of athletics at the 
College. The Springhillian offers sincerest congratulations. On the same oc- 
casion Mr. Thomas Carey, S. J., who will be remembered as a teacher and pre- 
fact in Yenni Hall, will be ordained a priest. Mr. Thomas H. Bortell, S. J., 
who taught here '99- '00, will be ordained in Montreal, Canada, on July 25th. 


At the recent Democratic primary in Mobile county M. J. Vickers re- 
ceived the nomination as a member of the School Board. 

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Dr. H. P. Hirshfield, A. B., 75, was again elected coroner of Mobile 
county, a position which he has held for many years. 

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During the convention of the Alabama Bankers' Association, Mr. John P. 
Kohn, A. B., '85, president of the Sullivan Bank and Trust Co., of Montgomery, 
paid an appreciated visit to his Alma Mater. 

The Springhillian was honored with copies of the Ilouma Daily Chronicle, 
a new figure in the journalistic world, of which Emile W. Dupont is the busi- 
ness manager. Success and length of days! 

C. Henry Adams, A. B., '09, a recent graduate of the law department of 
Tulane, will pursue the practice of his profession in St. Louis. 

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Among the graduates of the Georgetown University School of Law we 
find the name of Sidney J. Bourgeois, A. B., '09. 

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Samuel L. Kelly graduated on June 11th in the law department of the 
University of Texas at Austin. During his stay at the College Mr. Kelly was 
a member of the editorial staff of The Springhillian, and has since favored us 
with an interesting contribution. He has been engaged in journalistic work 
in Texas and was busiuess manager of the University Magazine. The Spring- 
hillian wishes Mr. Kelly a long and successful career in his chosen profesion. 

William A. Staehle, B. S., '04, came over with the Loyola baseball team 
to renew his acquaintance with the scenes of his college days. His friends will 

be pleased to learn that he has recently become a member of the Church. 

# # * # # 

E. E. Escalante, B. S., '09, was one of the graduates in medicine in Tulane 

at the recent commencement. 

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J. D'Hamecourt Fossier. A. B., '10, more generally known as "Mike," 
graduated in the Tulane School of Pharmacy. In his leisure hours he has 
found time 'to keep up the great record he made on the diamond while at 

Spring Hill. 

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Nelson Wooddy, who was in residence here some years ago, was one of 
three who were graduated with distinction from the Tulane Law School, hav- 


ing made a record of over 90 per cent, in all of the courses for three years. 

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The wedding of Lawrence B. Fabacher, Jr., ex- '09, to Miss Clementine 
Trorlicht, took place on April 11, at the Church of the Immaculate Conception, 
St. Louis. The ceremony was performed by Very Rev. Albert Biever, S. J., 
President of Loyola University, New Orleans, in the presence of a large gath- 
ering of friends. During the day a cable was received from Father Brandi, in 
Rome, conveying the blessing of the Holy Father to the young couple Greet- 
ings were also sent by His Eminence, Cardinal Gibbons. Mr. and Mrs. Fa- 
bacher have taken up their residence at 3 Dunleith Court, New Orleans. 

The Springhillian unites its voice with their many friends in congratulat- 
ing them and wishing them many years of wedded life. 

John F. Jossen, ex- '00, is making an extended trip through Europe. 

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Invitations were received to the wedding of Solomon H. Frederic and 
Miss Louise Marie Champagne, which was celebrated on the morning of June 
4th in St. John the Baptist Church, St. John Parish, La. Mr. Frederic entered 
Spring Hill from Scranton, now Pascagoula, Miss., in 1899. The Springhillian 

sends greetings. 

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James C. Van Antwerp, B. S., '00, has been elected president of the Item 

Publishing Co., Mobile. 

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One of the prettiest weddings of the season was that solemnized at the 
Church of the Immaculate Conception on Baronne street, New Orleans, Mon- 
day afternoon, when Miss Olivette Conboy became Mrs. Henry Rafael Kevlin 
and Mrs. Ruby Conboy-Rowe became Mrs. Edward J. Kevlin. The brides are 
sisters and the grooms are brothers, thus marking a happy romance that be- 
gan less than a year ago in Mobile when Miss Conboy and her sister met the 
two young men they married and who were then students at Spring Hill Col- 

The wedding ceremony was performed by Rev. Father Wallace. S. J., 
who was the instructor of the young men when they were pupils at Spring 

Miss Conboy and Mrs. Conboy-Rowe are prominent society girls of Mo- 
bile. At the request of the grooms the bridal party came to New Orleans to 
be married by Father Wallace. Present at the ceremony were Mrs. Thomas 
Conboy, mother of the brides, of Mobile; Mrs. George Neal Marsh, sister of 
the brides, who came from Seattle to attend the wedding, and Mr. Charles 
Kincaide, a personal friend of the grooms. 


The wedding was a quid one, only the immediate family of the contract- 
ing parties being present. 

Following the ceremony a banquet was served the wedding party in the 
gold room of the Grunewald hotel. 

Messrs. Kevlin are prominent exporters of mahogany and hardwood tim- 
bers in British Ilunduras. — New Orleans Picayune of April 30. 


At the Sacred Heart Church in Atlanta, Ga., Wednesday morning, April 
17, a marriage of great interest throughout the South took place, Miss Mary 
Clare Moran, the eldest daughter of the late Paschal James Moran, of At- 
lanta, plighting her troth to Mr. Paul Edward Rapier, eldest son of the late 
Colonel John L. Rapier and Mrs. Regina Demouy Rapier, of this city. 

This interesting ceremony celebrated with nuptial mass by the groom's 
cousin, Rev. Father George S. Rapier, S. M., at 8:30 o'clock in the morning, 
completes a union of two families prominent not only in the business and social 
life of the South, but in the journalistic world also, as the bride's father, the 
late Paschal J. Moran, associate editor of the Constitution until the time of 
his death, was recognized as one of the best informed and most brilliant 
journalists in the South, and her brother, Robert J. Moran, by whom she was' 
given away and who is night city editor on the Atlanta Constitution, are not 
alone noted in the field of journalism — but the groom's father, Colonel Rapier, 
who was for years president and owner of The Register, was one of the most 
brilliant and splendid writers and thinkers of his time, a man distinguished in 
any gathering of distinguished men, and whose opinions and writings always 
carried truth and conviction. Upon the death of his father Mr. Paul Rapier 

succeeded to the presidency of The Register. 


Francis J. O'Rourke was ordained to the priesthood in the Cathedral of 
the Holy Name, Chicago, on June 1st, and said his first mass the next day. 

Father O'Rourke will labor in the arch-diocese of Chicago. 


We had a very welcome visit recently from Frederick Solis, A. B., '00, his 
fifst since his graduation. Mr. Solis is engaged in business in New Orleans. 


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When this edition of the Springhillian reaches you, you will be thinking 
only of home ! home ! ! home ! ! ! Everything will recall home to you and you 
will be counting the days — aye — even the hours until you will be home once 
again. Ergo, I also being only a human being am constantly thinking of home, 
e'en to the point that I am distracted from my studies. (Hm-ni-m) The balmy 
air has wooed us away from our books and beckons us to the cooling waters 
of the lake. (Those who watched closely will see how skillfully I turned away 
from the subject of studies. This finesse comes from long experience.) 

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The national game still predominates in the Little Tard, but I cannot say 
that it is as organized to the same extent as when the season opened. The 
1st and 4th leagues have disbanded on account of reasons unknown or un- 
mentionable, as the case happens to be. The 2nd league is still alive and 
swatting. At present the teams stand neck to neck. (No betting.) I have at 
hand statements from both Captains Benson O'Brien and Ed. Newsham, and 
they say that they are both as confident of winning the pins as I am that 
June 19th will soon "bob up." This league claims to have the heaviest 
short-stop on record, in the person of "Pwanthis Mowewe, S. R." The 3rd 
league race is not quite so close but is as fast, and the teams are as evenly 
•'matched as you would care to witness- The 3rd league goes to the other 
extreme, and offer for their examples of manly physique: Mesdames "Sis" 
Nail, "Slim Jim" Niland, Ollinger, and "Chesty" Abbott. "Mysterious 
Rag" Hickey, otherwise known as "Si" Weather-beaten Doc Meyer, and 
Scudday Roussel, are also members of this all-star aggregation. 

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The Junior Varsity so far has sailed under favorable winds,' having lost 
only one out of ten, an average of .900. Their season opened on March 31st, 
when they met the Cardinals of Mobile. The score was 18-1, and, although 
things were not evenly matched, as shown by the score, the Little Yard had 
a chance to see their world-winners in action. Captain Gus Timothy showed 
phenomenal speed on the paths, and at the same time cracking out a juicy 
homer, and Moon Ducote, too, was right there with the willow. 

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On April the 28th we were treated to a much faster game and the Junior 
Nine was again victorious. The team they met, the Myrtles, was easily in our 
class, but in the long run the S. H. C. Juniors beat them 5-4. In the 8th in- 
ning, Emilio Gomez smashed the pill over the right-center fence, with Pat- 


terson on base and cinched the contest. The Sunday following, the Iroquois 
journeyed down from Mobile for their own slaughter. The innocents went 
down to the tune of 9 to 0. Captain "Macaroni" Timothy showed us how to 
do his spectacular aeroplane slide when he stole home in the seventh. 

On May 11th the Jesuit High School team journeyed over from New Or- 
leans to meet defeat at the hands of the Junior team. The Mobile papers 
had the following to say of the three games: 

"A narrowly won and hotly contested game was played on the Junior 
diamond yesterday at 3:30 p. m., when the S- II. C. Juniors met and defeated 
the Jesuit High School of New Orleans to the tune of 2 to 1. 

"The game, which was from the very outset interesting and doubtful as' 
to the final issue, can be called a pitchers' battle. Both Herbert of Spring 
Hill and Robinson of New Orleans were in splendid form, and pitched air-tight 
ball throughout, the former allowing four hits and walking one, retiring eight 
by the three and out route; Robinson allowed but two hits, walked five and 
fanned eleven. Davey's and Regil's reeeiving was up to snuff though the 
latter was wild a couple of times on throws to the second sack. Hebert and 
Timothy of S. H. C. played their respective positions like old vets, and there 
was no flies on Nolan and Botto of New Orleans. The man of the hour was' 
"Lefty" Gontez, who scored from second on a high infield fly muffed by the 
pitcher and recovered the ball at third, when Hebert fumbled a bad throw. 

The game in detail : 

Botto of the visitors was a prey to Herbert's benders. Vaccaro hit a hot 
one to short and was thrown out at first. Nolan retired the side. 

Herbert of S. H. C. walked. Regil struck out, and Herbert, on attempted 
steal, was thrown out. Gomez made third out by a slow grounder to the 

In the second inning Robinson gets a life on a slow one to short, steals sec- 
ond, Regil throwing high. Davey hits single to right, Robinson scored and 
Davey went to second and was thrown out on attempt to steal third. Gueno 
walked, stole second. Cahill was an easy out to right. Gueno was pegged 
out by Regil at third. 

Ducote took three healthy ones. Patterson got to base on balls. Mc- 
Phillips advanced him to second by a bunt to third and reached first safely. 
Timothy walked. Lange and Herbert were victims to Robinson's twisters. 

Talbot hit slow one to pitcher. Breslin singled over short. Botto struck 
out and Regil threw Breslin out at third. 

Herbert took three healthy swings, Regil followed suit, Gomez hit to third 
and got first on bad return of ball to the pitcher. Ducote hit a high fly which 


was muffed by Robinson and Gomez rounded third and came home, tying the 
score. Ducote stole second but was caught napping. 

Vaccaro, the first up in the fourth, was an easy out on a fly to third. No- 
lan popped up to short and Robinson was thrown out at first by Timothy. 

Patterson of S- H. C. went out on a grounder to third. McPhillips followed 
with an easy out to the pitcher. Timothy walked, went to second on a wild 
throw by the pitcher. Lange retired the side by grounder to first. 

Davey opens up by fanning. Gueno retired by a grounder to short. Cahill 
was thrown out at first on a swift one to third. 

Hebert of S. H. C. got first on balls, and Herbert bunted fly to the pitch- 
er, and Hebert was thrown out at first, completing a double. Regil retired the 
side by a strike-out. 

In the sixth Talbot and Breslin were done up in quick order, and the 
side was retired by a grounder to third. 

Gomez was thrown out from short and Ducote made second out by a slow 
ball to the pitcher. Patterson made third out, three swings. 

Cahill starts eighth by hit to short which Timothy fumbles. Blackmar, 
who replaced Talbot in right, hit to McPhillips and Cahill was thrown out at 
second. Blackmar stole second. Breslin retired on long fly to Martin who 
replaced Lange in right. Blackmar stole third on Hebert 's fumbling bad 
throw which Gomez recovered preventing score. Botto retired side by hit to 

In the second half Hebert reached first on Vaccaro 's wild throw. Herbert 
took three swings but catcher missed ball and Hebert went to second on the 
throw to first, and came home on the wild throw to third. Regil was thrown 
out from short and Gomez retired by a long drive to center. 

In the ninth Vaccaro fanned. Nolan was caught out at short and Robin- 
son fanned the air three times. 

The line-up : 

S. H. C. — Herbert, p. ; Regil, c. ; Patterson, lb. ; McPhillips, 2b. ; Hebert, 
3b. ; Timothy, ss. ; Gomez, If. ; Ducote, cf. ; Lange, rf. ; Martin, rf. 

J. H S. — Robinson, p. ; Davey, c. ; Cahill, lb. ; Botto, 2b. ; Breslin, If. ; Tal- 
bot, rf . ; Blackmar, rf . 

Score— R.H. E. 

J. H. S 010 000 000—1 4 3 

S. H. C 001 000 01*— 2 2 3 

Batteries — S. H. C, Herbert and Regil; J. H. S., Robinson and Davey. 
Struck out— By Herbert 3, by Robinson 11- Bases on balls— Off Herbert 1, off 
Robinson 4. Umpires — Becker and Tarleton. Scorer — Pertuit. Time — 1 :30. 

# # # # # 

The second game of the Spring Hill-Jesuit High School series was pulled 



off yesterday morning at 9:30 on the college campus. A fierce battle was 
fought and both sides worked hard for the victory, but Robinson, who pitched 
Saturday's game, was in fine trim and was well supported; and Vacarro's, 
Robinson's and LaGarde's stick work sent the necessary runs across the rub- 
ber. Vaccaro lifted a nice one over the left field fence for a homer in the 
third. Robinson put his weight behind the pill for a couple of doubles. Spring 
Hill's willow wielding was not up to their standard, though Hebert, McPhillips, 
Lange and Martin got a nice one each. Regil \s catching and pegging was 
stellar-like and "Gus" Timothy was wide-awake at first. J. McPhillips for 
the most part showed good form, fanning six men, but was thrice heavily hit. 
Hebert replaced him in the fifth and his slow underhand out retired a dozen. 
Robinson claimed sixteen victims and Davey's support was fine. • LeGarde, who 
was not in the first game, played at the first station. The game lasted an 
hour and thirty-five minutes and passed to the visitors with a score of 6 to 2. 

There not being sufficient time to play the third game in the forenoon, 
it was postponed until 1 o'clock. The last frame proved to be the tightest and 
most interesting of the series.. Both sides played close ball and played to win- 
"Iron Man" Robinson shot the benders for the Jes\iit High School and showed 
little signs of fatigue from the two preceding games, allowing but six hits and 
walking three. His two-bagger in the second which scored a man and his 
home run over left field fence in the fourth prove that he has his lamp on the 
pill and that weight counts a thing or two. Herbert twisted the stmt for Spring 
Hill and had good control. He claimed seven victims, walked three and hit 
one. MePhilips starred at second sack in the second when he almost stood on 
his head and connected with a hot liner and pegged the runner out at first. 
The Jesuits kept the game on iee till the last half of the sixth, when "Lefty" 
Gomez took it off by swatting the sphere over right field for a two-bagger, 
scoring a man. Regil and "Moon" Ducote crossed the rubber before the side 
retired. ' ' ^""^ 

With the score 2 to 4 in Spring Hill's favor, the city lads in the first 
half of the seventh pounded the pill for three runs, Breslin bringing in a man 
by single to centre. Botto slamming out a three-bagger which brought in two 
men and made the score 5 to 4 in their favor. In the last half of the seventh 
McPhillips reached first on an error and Herbert walked. With his eye riveted 
i n the sphere Brand stepped up to the plate and cracked the horsehide square 
on the nose for a clean single between first, and second, scoring two men and 
winning the series. 

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On May the 19th. an anonymous team from Mobile were trounced in short 
order, the score. 6 to 4. Their pitcher, Bruce Robins, lifted one over deep 
center fence for a homer. Not to be bested, our model pitcher, Herbert, won 


his game, by knocking a clean four-bagger. Our star-captain too, still basked 
in the lime-light, getting a home run and a three-bagger, out of three times 
at the plate. On June the 2nd, by way of a slight pastime, we walked over 
a picked team who had come out to play the college nine, in a six-inning con- 
test. When the smoke rolled away it was found that ten Little Yard men had 
galloped across the platter, while their opponents had pushed over only four 
runs. What would the score have been if the slaughter had been allowed to 



The Little Yard on April the 18th played a Mobile County team on the 
Big Yard diamond and beat them by the score of 2 to 1. The defeated team 
besides winning games from all the good amateur teams in Mobile, had also 
won games from the Southern University, Marion Institute, Keewatin and 



The June-bug team of foot-ball fame, has been rejuvenated and is now a 
base-ball pearl of the first water. Captain Nail's braves have succeeded in 
winning one game in the series with the Hill Billies by a score of 12 to 6, and 
dropping another by the score of 7 to 6. At present I hear no mention of a 
third game being played. 

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The Yenni Literary Circle held its last meeting on Monday, May the 20th, 
and on the following day had a picnic. (It hurts me even to look back on that 
good time. Call a taxi !) The Y. L. C. had a splendid year as is shown by the 
showing a few of its members made in the Elocution Medal contests. Mr. 
J. E. Niland and Mr. C. Ricou, both of this club, captured both of the medals 
offered. (Oh ! Yes ! He is a fast man !) 

The Junior Band has disbanded. (Quick! Uncle Henry dust off the elec- 
tric chair). But not before they had successfully performed their mission in 
life. Everyone from your Uncle Mun down to Frank Schimpf deserves indi- 
vidual applause. 


Next door in the library Big Buffy continues to hold tyrannical sway. 
The registration department is steered through many a squall by that old Salt 
Doc, the Ancient Mariner and his mate, Leepy Cassidy- Floss in the role of 
secretary and treasurer, does not seem to be able to hold the job with the same 
tact and facility that would be shown by a street-car conductor, but neverthe- 
less the mint is still running. 


Now to come to the parlor sports. Top-playing is a popular pastime 
among some of the younger boys. Little Tommy Hunt is one of the most ardent 


devotees of this form of pleasure. "Goat" Anderman has reached the pinnacle 
of adeptness in this art, even to the point of being able to spin a tooth-powder 
can. We were much astonished to hear that when he finished bis play he made 
a hearty meal of his top. We have ample proof of this statement from that 
paragon of scientific sleuthing, Detective Edwardo Byrnes, and his assistant, 
Doctor Watso Blankensteino. The Little Yard is not famous for its accom- 
plishment in the manly art of slugging below the belt, but Flippers Nicodemus 
of the Junior Athletic Club has just claimed the championship on the grounds 

that he had beaten the former belt-holder, "Frenchy" Dolese. 

# * # * # 

An old custom was reincarnated this year much to the pleasure of the 
school. It was the May or Auxiliary Choir, sometimes called the Angelic 
Rooters. Most all of the smaller boys in the Small Yard were members and 
our handsome Editor-in-chief was the organist. Many fine voices were found 
among the singers, and Frank had a chance to show that he was proficient in 
tickling the ivories. 

The united and amalgamated order of suffragettes holds daily meetings 
in Live Oak Hall Their officers are C. Ricou, president ; C. S. Timothy, vice- 
president; L. D. Provosty, secretary and treasurer, and W. Frederichs, janitor. 
The roster of this club is too large to enumerate- 

las? ball intttnga 

P. J. BECKER, '13. 

Though slightly dispirited over the wretched turn fortune took in their series with 
the Marion boys from up-state, all the old team-mates toed the line in the next contest 
with more determination than is generally considered legal. Fire and vengeance crop- 
ped out in their every move, and no sooner had his "Umpship" proceeded with the usual 
formalities of announcing "batteries for today's game," and yelling in stentorian tones 
"Play ball!" than outstepped the gallant defenders of the Purple and the White into 
their respective positions and began to demoralize the whole defense of their opponents. 
Two or three batting and fielding practices had whetted their taste for benders of every 
kind and species, and taught the pleasure of gripping a hot liner from any bat. A 
casual glance at the following will serve only to verify these statements and command 
the attention and admiration of our supporters. 

S. H. C. vs. C. A. C. — The first game after the Marion series the Hill boys came back 
strongly and defeated "Old Cy Neely" in a well played and hardly fought game. Brother 
"Moon" Toomey filled the exalted position of manager of the troops and officiated also 
as "Umps" in a manner totally at variance with Hank O'Day's methods. But jokes 
aside, John did try to give the boys a square deal, but they couldn't see it in that light. 



Neely showed his old time form, hut succeeded in sending only six of our batters 
by his famous three and out route, yielding nine scattered hits. S. H. C. slabman of 
this game was "Silent" Delaune, who caused nine of the enemy to bite the dust after 
three healthy swipes at the sphere, allowing at the same time but five hits. The fea- 
tures of the contest were E. Kelly's home run, which came in the ninth with the bases 
empty, Cassidy's base running and Delaune's star pitching which more than once earned 
the applause of the stands. The box score: 

C. A. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. B. 

Rehm, s. s 5 1 2 1 

P. Neely, 3b 5 2 

Kiosh, lb 4 1 9 

D. Neely, p 4 1 12 1 

Long, cf 4 1 1 2 

E. Kelly, 2b 3 2 2 1 1 

Williams, c 3 5 2 1 

Border, If 3 2 

Carlin, rf 3 1 

Donnelly, If 2 1 

S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Mackin, 2b 5 1 1 2 1 

Potter, If 4 1 

Lawless, lb 4 2 11 1 

Braud, rf 2 1 1 3 

Druhan, cf 3 1 

Cassidy, c 3 2 1 7 2 1 

Tarleton, 3b 3 1 1 3 

Woulfe, s. s 3 2 1 1 1 

Delhaune, p 4 1 1 12 

Totals 31 

9 27 17 

5 24 17 3 

Totals 36 

Score by innings: 1 


S. H. C 

Summary — Home run, E. Kelly. Two-base hits, D. 

9— R.H.E. 
1—3 5 3 
*— 4 9 6 

Delaune 9, Neely 6. 

Batteries — For S. 

Umpires — Becker 

Neely, Carlin. Struck out by 
Hit by pitched ball, Pot- 

Base on balls by Delaune 2, Neely 4 
H. C, Delaune and Cassidy. For C. A. C, D. Neely and Wil 
and Toomey. 

S. H. C. vs. Keewatin. — The game with Keewatin scheduled for the 14th of March, 
but which was abandoned on that day owing to the untimely interference of Jupiter 
Pluvius, was pulled off two weeks later on the 28th at the college campus. The Ocean 
Springs boys arrived on the northbound train at 12:45 p. m. and reported shortly after 
under the viligant guidance of our captain and manager. 

Though not blessed by the most clement weather, and in the face of a stiff northern 
breeze, we began the contest at three-thirty sharp. Braud, the game's best amateur pro- 

Keewatin. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Kitterinham, c. . . . 5 1 2 4 

Hoffman, s.s 3 3 1 1 5 1 

Murphy, 3b 4 2 2 2 1 

Berry, lb 4 1 12 

D. Murphy, 2b 3 1 1 

Baleon, If 3 1 

Davis, cf 4 4 

Edmonds, p 3 5 2 

Curran, rf 4 1 1 

Babcock* 1 

S. H. C. A.B. R. 

Mackin, 2b 6 1 

Potter, If 5 2 

Lawless, lb 5 1 

Braud, rf 3 1 

Woulfe, s.s 5 2 

Cassidy, c 4 2 

Garbarino, cf 3 1 

Delaune, p 5 2 

Druhan, cf 1 1 

Tarleton, 3b 4 2 

H. P.O. A. 










Totals 34 

7 24* 13 

Totals 41 15 14 27 23 

*Batted for Edmonds in ninth. 
Score by innings: 


S. H, C 

Summary — Three-base hit, Braud. 

12 3 

10 1 

5 5 

Two-base hit, Murphy. 

by Edmonds 3. Base on balls off Delaune 4, off Edmonds 4. 
laune 1, Edmonds 2. 

4 5 6 7 8 9— R.H.E. 
01010 0—476 
10 4 *— 15 14 3 
Struck out by Delauue 12, 
Hit by pitched ball, Da- 

: ; 


. Batteries— For S. H. C, Delaune and Cassidy. For Keewatin, Edmonds and Kit- 

Umpre— Becker. 
duction in these parts, decorated the mound for our fellows, while "Billy" Edmonds 
hurled for the travelers, and did as well as he could under the circumstances. In the 
first inning after one hand was out, Hoffman drew a pass, stole second and crossed the 
plate on K. Murphy's two-base hit, scoring the first run of the game. Spring Hill's in- 
ning was marked by three hits and two men being struck by the pitcher, so that at the 
close no less than five runs had been tallied. After this it was a case of look for the 
pill when you saw it, for most of the time it was beating a hasty retreat from the wil< 
lows of S. H. C. batsmen. In the third we again chalked up five runs to our credit, most 
of them due to consistent and timely hitting. One more the following inning, with four 
in the sixth, constituted the enormous total of 15 runs. On the other hand our friends 
the enemy succeeded in making the complete circuit only four times, two of them aris- 
ing from slight carelessness on the infield. 

Though S. H. C. batted the opposing pitcher's variety all over the place, Braud was 
the only one who hit for extra bases, lacing the sphere for' three sacks in the initial 
round when the paths were crowded. His superior pitching was also a feature, letting 
the visitors down with six scattered safeties. Edmonds was, on the contrary, touched 
for 15 bingles — every one netting a run. In addition to this his team-mates played 
loosely behind him and offered small encouragement to his trying task. 

After the game the Ocean Springs boys departed, taking with them our best wishes 
and hopes for a return game next spring. The game in detail: 

S. H. C. vs. Loyola. — On Saturday, March the 30th, our Jesuit cousins from the Cres- 
cent City arrived to participate in a three-game series with our representatives of the 
diamond. Up to this time S. H. C. had split even in her inter-collegiate contests, and 
judging from this she was now on the high road to success. 

Somehow these relatives of ours never require of us a formal reception at their 
coming. We and they take it as a matter-of-fact, annual event, and so far our meetings 
have been blessed with the most favorable approval of the fates. The two time-honored 
rivals had previous to this competed in nearly every department except baseball, and 
they celebrated this meeting with a double-header on the date above. 

Favored with ideal baseball weather, the first of the bargain couple began sharply 
at 2:15 p. m. In order to secure the first, Captain "Bob" designated Old Ironsides 
Braud to wield his unearthly benders while Coach Fusich deemed it best to place "Rube" 
Fusich in the hands of big Vaccaro. Both of the artists, however, used their talent ex- 
ceedingly well, holding their respective opponents under leash for some time. S. H. C. 
was the first to break the profound silence, and ere they heard the gentle whispers of 
Potter, Lawless and Woulfe, their inattention had cost them two runs. This all hap- 
pened in the fourth, when the first of these babies singled, the second repeated, and 
the third drove them home with a howling drive to the gardeners for two sacks. In the 
sixth the Loyola boys captured a lone tally out of the fusilade of four singles, and con- 
tinued without another throughout the game. Following Cassidy's good example, Tarle- 
ton doubled in the seventh and drove the former home with the last run, leaving the 
score 3 — 1 in our favor. The game in detail: 



First Game. 


A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

S. H. C. 

A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Perrier, 2b 4 1 4 1 

Durrell, s.s 4 1 2 

Fielding, lb 4 1 6 

Mylers, 3b 4 1 1 

Vaccaro, e 3 11 13 

Guidry, If 3 1 

Harrison, cf 2 1 

Hmderman, rf 3 1 

Mackin, 2b 4 

Potter If 4 

Lawless, lb 4 

Braud, p 3 

Woulfe, s.s 3 

Cassidy, c 3 

Tarleton, 3b 3 

Druhan, cf 2 






Fusich, p 3 10 Garbarino, rf. 




Totals 30 

4 24* 16 

Totals 29 

7 27 16 

Score by innings: 12345678 9 — R.H.E. 

Visitors 1 — 1 4 

S. H. C 2 1 *— 3 7 1 

Summary — Two-base hits, Woulfe, Cassidy, Tarleton. Struck out by Braud 8, by 
Fusich 10. Hit by pitched ball, Fuisch 1. 

Batteries — For S. H. C, Braud and CaBsidy. For Visitors, Fusich and Vaccaro. 

Umpire — Austill. 

Second Game. 

After a few moments' respiration — I mean perspiration — the old guns ware back at 
it again with renewed vigor, eager to ascertain the outcome of the second mill. To put 
the whole thing in a bomb-shell — no trouble at all for Spring Hill. In contrast to Braud, 
Fusich sent the semi-pro Myler with his invincible smile to the hill. He kept the noses 
of the Hillians screwed to the stone for some time before they tumbled to the intri- 
cacies of his general delivery. Braud was no less effective and was ably seconded and 
encouraged by errorless fielding. 

The only tallies of the game came in the fourth, when Lawless drew, a pass and 
stole second and came home when the baby short stop shoved out a clean bingle. Woulfe 
took second when husky Joe walked. Druhan next in order laced out a clean one good 
fcr three sacks, and the two men on the lines romped home, thus scoring two runs more, 
leaving it 3 — with a big number in S. H. C.'s column. The remaining three innings 
were for the most part uneventful, being greatly in the hands of the pitchers. Score 
by innings and detail: 

Loyola. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Perrier, 2b 3 1 1 2 

Durrell, s.s 3 1 1 

Fielding, 3b 3 

Myler, p 3 Oil 

Vaccaro, c 3 11 1 1 

Guidry, If 2 

Harrison, cf 2 1 

Seemann, rf 2 

Fusich, lb 2 4 

S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Mackin, 2b 3 1 

Potter, If 3 1 

Lawless, lb 2 1 5 

Braud, p 3 10 

Woulfe, s.s 3 1 1 1 2 

Cassidy, c 2 1 1 9 

Tarleton, 3b 2 

Druhan, cf 2 1 2 

Garbarino, rf 2 3 

3 5 21 12 
4 5 6 7— R.H.E. 
0—0 1 1 
3 *— 3 5 

Totals 23 1 18* 15 1 Totals 22 

Score by innings: 12 3 


S. H. C 

Summary — Three-base nit, Druhan. Two-base hit, Perier. Struck out by Braud 9, 
by Myler 12. Base on balls off Myler 2. Stolen bases, Cassidy, Lawless, Mackin (2), 

Batteries — For S. H. C, Braud and Cassidy. For Loyola, Myler and Vaccaro. 

Umpire — Austill. 


Third Game. 

On the following day, Sunday, March 31st, the third game of the series was pulled 
off, a good-sized crowd of followers witnessing it. "Old Ironsides" Ilraud has done his 
share on the previous day, and it was now the part of the man with the big round-house, 
namely, Delaune, to divvy up. Hinderman was the pick of the Jesuit boys, and his suc- 
cess, as will be seen, was by no means meagre. 

In the second round of the game "Cooney" Myler leaned against one of those De- 
laune chose to serve him and drove it to the woods for the first run of the game. In 
her half of the same round S. H. C. evened up the score, which remained thus until the 
fourth. In that eventful inning our boys went "aviating" while the bases were chocked. 
A well-placed bunt completed their ruin, and when three hands were down a lead of five 
runs was to be overcome. How a man of such inferior ab'lity as that possessed by Hin- 
derman could hold S. H. C.'s best batters under leash in the way he did is a mystery to 
me. However, we failed to score again until the ninth, and our run then merely coun- 
teracted their one of the same inning. A lead of five runs had absorbed a good quan- 
tity of pepper so prominent on the day before, and even the presence of our old stand-by 
Braud, who replaced Delaune in the fifth, failed to supply the wanting inspiration. 

Though S. H. C. never said "enough," until the last man was down in the ninth, 
the entire Loyola squad, save the genial Vaccaro, were willing to quit in the fifth for 
no other reason than that our enthusiastic rooters ventured somewhat close to the base- 
line. This unhappy feature was, however, favorably settled, and the game continued 
without interruption through the remaining innings. The score in detail: 

Loyola. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Perier. 2b 5 1 6 Mackin, 2b 2 1 

Durrell, s.s 4 1 1 2 Potter, If 4 1 1 

Fielding, lb 5 2 6 Lawless, lb 4 1 2 

Myler, 3b 5 2 3 2 1 Fraud, cf 2 1 6 




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Vaccaro, c 2 1 10 4 Woulfe, s.s 4 1 2 5 2 

Ouidry, rf 4 1 1 Tarleton, 3b 2 1 2 2 1 

Harrison, cf 3 1 2 1 Cassidy, c 3 9 1 

Fusion, If 4 1 1 Garbarino. rf 4 2 

Hinderman, p 4 10 2 Delaunce. p 1 4 1 

Druhan, cf 2 

Totals 36 7 9 27 17 2 

Totals 28 2 3 27 18 2 

Srore by innings: 12 3 45678 9— R.H.E. 

Loyola 1 5 1—7 9 2 

S. H. C 1 1—2 3 2 

Summary — Home run, Myler. Three-base hit, Cassidy. Two-base hits, Fielding, Pot- 
ter, Woulfe. Struck out by Braud 9, by Hinderman 11. Flit by pitched ball, Hinder- 
man 3. 

Batteries — For S. H. C, C. Braud, Delaune and Cassidy. For Loyola, Hinderman and 

Umpire — Austin. 

S. H. C. vs. Moose. — Sunday, April the first, S. H. C. added another victory to her 
credit. The fast city league arrived on S. H. C.'s grounds with great hopes of victory. 
But the college boys took a healthy lead of four runs in the third inning and tallied two 
more in the eighth, while the Moose aggregation only succeeded in putting over two 
runs, one in the fourth and the other in the ninth. Schener showed good form, and 
eleven of the Hill boys fell victims to his southpaw benders. But Potter's home run 
with two men on, together with Braud's air-tight pitching and good support soured the 
southpaw's chances for victory. Braud showed his usual good form, striking out ten 



of the Moose. The feature of the game, needless to say, was "Peg's" home run. The 
game in detail: 

A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

F. Kelly, cf 4 1 

Walsh, If 4 1 

Zeiman, s.s 4 2 3 2 1 

Hustedt, rf 2 1 

Smallwood, lb 4 1 9 2 

Lesley, 3b 4 1 1 2 

Murlhy, 2b 2 1 1 

Johnson, c 3 9 2 

Schener, p 3 12 2 

Britton, 2b 2 1 

Neely, rf 2 

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Mackin, 2b 2 1 

Potter, If 3 2 

Lawless, lb 4 2 

Braud, p 4 

Woulfe, s.s 4 

Tarleton, 3b 3 

Cassidy, c 3 

Druhan, cf 3 

Garbarino, rf 3 1 

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Totals 29 

5 27 22 


Totals 34 2 7 24" 

Score by innings: 1 2 

Visitors 1 

S. H. C 

Summary — Home run, Potter. Two-base-hit, Lawless. 
Schener 11. Base on balls, Schener 3. 

Umpire — Becker. 

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4 2 *— 6 5 2 
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S. H. C. vs. Mobile Southern League. — April 8th, Manager Mike Finn, at the request 
of Mr. Walsh, brought out his husky bunch of ball tossers for an evening's outing with 
the boys. Delaune started the twirling for the lads, but the big fellow took advantage of 
his bad control and trotted around the sacks for three runs in the initial inning. Dunn 
led off with a two-bagger in the second, Hickey and Maloney singled', the latter's hit 
scoring the first two. Delaune improved by degrees and succeeded in letting the 
Southerners down with one run in the third and presented them with a goose egg in the 
fourth. Braud went in to serve the pill in the fifth and! the game proceeded without 
much more run-making until the seventh, when the Finnites chalked up three tallies 
more to their credit. Spring Hill's lone run came in the seventh when Tarleton got a 
life on balls, Druhan singled and Garbarino followed suite, scoring Bob. The game was 
featured by the heavy hitting of the leaguers, led by Dunn and "Baby Doll" Jacobson, 
and S. H. C.'s strong defense against such odds. Interest was kept up throughout the 
game and Heine took his time in the umpstand. The game in detail: 

Mobile. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Hiokey, rf 4 2 1 1 

Maloney, cf 3 1 2 1 

Rohe, 3b 4 3 

.Tacobson. If 5 2 2 1 

Kowan, lb 5 1 2 9 1 1 

Starr. 2b 5 1 1 3 

Kneaves, s.s 4 2 1 1 1 

Dunn, c 4 1 3 12 

Burleson, p 4 1 1 12 

Shontz, p 

S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Mackin, s.s 4 1 

Potter, If 4 

Lawless, lb 4 1 11 1 

Cassidy, c 4 2 5 2 

Tarleton, 3b 3 1 2 3 

Druhan. cf 4 2 7 

Jas. Cassidy, rf 3 

Delaune, p 2 1 

Van Heuvel, rf. . . . 1 

Braud, p 1 1 4 1 

Garbarino, 2b 3 1 2 

Totals 38 9 13 27 20 

Score by innings: 

Visitors 3 

S. H. C 

Totals 32 1 

12 3 4 5 6 7 

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0—1 6 1 

Summary — Two-base hits, Jacobson, Rowan, Dunn (2), Burleson. Struck out by 
Braud 2, Burleson 10. Walker by Delaune 2, by Braud 2. Hit by pitched ball, Delaune 1. 
Double play, Tarleton to Garbarino to Lawless. Stolen bases, Maloney 5, Kneaves 2, 
Hickey 2. 

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S. H. C. vs. W. O. W.— By a Garrison finish in the ninth the Hill boys defeated the 
W. O. W. champions on the college campus by the close score of 4 to 3. Farnell and 
Brand were the opposing twirlers, the farmer giving up five hits and striking out four- 
teen S. H. C. batters. Braud, on the other hand, kept his safeties scattered and was in- 
vincible in the pinches. The Woodmen, who secured the first run, led the race until 
the ninth inning, when the colegians, coming with one run behind, put the necessary 
two across, and nosed out with a victory. Featuring in this contest was Farnell's pitch- 
ing and hitting, securing for himself three clean hits out of four times at bat. Cassidy, 
Kelly, and Johnson made the long hits of the game. Rraud, in his usual form, struck 
out eleven of the opposing batters. The game was as follows: 

W. O. W. AB. R. H. P.O. A. E. S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P O. A. E. 

Thomas, If 4 1 Tarleton, 3b 4 1 2 1 

Calmetti, 2b 4 2 2 Woulfe, s.s 4 3 3 

Pocase, s.s 3 3 1 Lawless, lb 3 12 1 1 

Toenes, rf 3 Braud, p 2 1 13 1 

Chambers, lb 4 4 Potter, If 4 1 

McGraw, cf 3 1 Cassidy, c 3 3 2 10 5 

Kelly, 3b 3 2 1 1 Druhan, cf 4 1 1 1 

Johnson, c 4 2 15 1 Mackin, 2b 3 1 

Farnell, p 4 1 3 16 2 Garbarino, rf 1 

Lesley, cf 1 1 Van Heuvel, rf . . . 2 

Totals 35 3 8 25* 21 2 Totals 30 4 5 27 26 3 

*One out when game ended. 

Score by innings: 12345678 9 — R.H.E. 

Visitors 1 2 0—3 8 2 

S. H. C 1 1 2—4 5 3 

Summary — Two-base hits, Cassidy, Johnson. Three-base hit, Cassidy. Struck out by 
Braud 11, by Farnell 14. Base on balls off Braud 2, Farnell 4. Sacrifice hit, Johnson. 

Batteries — S. H. C, Braud and Cassidy; W. O. W., Farnell and Johnson. 

Umpire — Becker. 

S. H. C. vs. Crown Theatre. — Sunday, April 21, S. H. C, the champs of Mobile in the 
lire of amateur baseball, mounted to the diamond to defend their rights against the fast 
aggregation from the Crown Theatre. Much interest was centered in this contest owing 
to the reputation of the latter, and a large crowd came out to witness the outcome. 

"Big Ship" TownsenJ toed the rubber for the Crown lads, and his benders proved 
beyond solution, for at least thirteen of Spring Hill's lads. The collegians did not show 
their usual amount of pepper, ginger, etc., and when Brand was touched for a few 
safeties, loose playing yielded a harvest of unearned runs. Two in the first, followed 
again by two in the fourth and three each in the sixth and seventh innings, constituted 
a fearful handicap of ten runs. S. H. C. in the meanwhile could cross the pan but once, 
and that in the second inning. Had their runs been as many as their errors they no 
doubt would have secured the contest. The features of the game were the superb 
twirling of Townsend, and the two-base hits of Kirsh. The game was as follows: 

Crowns. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

P. Neely, cf 5 1 1 1 Mackin, 2b 4 

Aerharvit, If 5 Potter, If 4 1 

Yost, 3b 4 12 10 Lawless, lb 3 10 1 1 

Wagner, s.s 5 1 Cassidy, c 4 9 

Ross, 2b 5 1 1 2 2 Braud, p 3 1 1 2 12 3 

Karsch, lb 4 3 3 8 Woulfe, s.s 3 1 3 5 3 

D. Neely, rf 3 2 1 1 1 Tarleton, 3b 2 1 1 

Long, c 5 2 13 3 1 Druhan, cf 3 2 1 

Townsend, p 3 1 1 114 Garbarino, rf 3 1 

Airey, rf 2 1 1 

Totals 29 1 4 27 19 

Totals 41 10 12 27 21 


Score by innings: 12345678 9 — R. H.E. 

Visitors 2 2 3 3 0—10 12 1 

S. H. C 1 0—148 

Summary — Two-base hit, Kirsch. Sacrifice hit, Townsend. Struck out by Townsend 
13, Braud 6. Base on balls, Braud 2, Townsend 3. Double play, Woulfe to Lawless to 

Batteries — S. H. C, Braud and Cassidy; Crowns, Townsend and Long. 

Umpire — Becker. 

First Game. 

S. H. C. vs. Southern University. — Eager to drown the sorrows of defeat incurred at 
the hands of Southern University's football team, Spring Hill arranged a three-game 
series of baseball to be played on the college campus on April 24-25. Consequently on 
this date the doughty Southerners arrived in all their pomp and glory prepared to scalp 
us by hook or by crook. Nor were they alone in this determination, for our boys were 
imbued with the same spirit, and perhaps a skimption more. 

Under the eloquence of Umpire Schener the curtain of the series was raised, and 
such another howl from the lusty throats of two hundred rooters was never heard on 
these grounds ere now. After "serious thought and mature deliberation" Marse Bob 
designated Braud to perform, hopeful, of course, by this action, to cop the first. Brown, 
the southpaw, was the choice of our opponents, and his work was little short of wonder- 
ful throughout the contest, considering his condition. 

Southern scored the first run of the game in the initial inning, when Locke reached 
first on an error and pilfered every sack thereafter, never stopping until home was 
reached. Their second came in the sixth from a clean bingle and two consecutive field- 
ing errors. S. H. C. failed to tally prior to the ninth, when Druhan, the first man up, hit 
for two sacks, the second of the kind in the contest, and was brought around after steal- 
ing third, on Cassidy's sacrifice fly. For some time it looked as though S. H. C. would 
rally in their last ditch and overcome the lead of four runs acquired by their opponents 
in their portion of the same round. But Brown had his mind on the game and was not to 
Southern bovs. The following is a detail of the game: 
ern boys. The following is a detail of the game: 

So. University. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Rush, 2b 5 1 4 2 Garbarino, rf 4 1 1 

Chapman, lb 5 2 10 1 Druhan, cf 4 1 2 1 

Locke, cf 5 2 2 Lawless, lb 4 1 .2 

Steed, If 4 1 1 Cassidy, c 3 6 1 1 

Roberts, c 4 1 1 8 4 Braud, p 2 1 9 

Fersh, rf 4 Woulfe, s.s 4 4 2 1 

Rushings, 3b 4 1 1 1 Potter, If 2 3 

Reddock, s.s 4 1 1 1 Tarleton, 3b 2 1 3 1 

Brown, p 3 1 9 Mackin, 2b 1 4 1 

Totals 38 6 7 27 15 1 Totals 27 1 3 27 17 4 

Score by innings: 12345678 9— R.H.E. 

Southern 1 1 4—6 7 1 

S. H. C 1—1 3 4 

Summary — Two-base hits, Druhan (2). Struck out by Braud 5, by Brown 10. Walk- 
ed by Brown 5, Braud 1. Sasrifice hit, Cassidy. 

Batteries — S. H. C, Braud and Cassidy; Southern, Brown and Roberts. 

Umpire — Schener. 

Second Game. 

The following day, April 25, a double-header was scheduled to be played, and if S. 
H. C. succeeded in taking their pair the series would be decided in her favor. Hopes ran 


high in the heart of every loyal student, and no few had breathed sweet little oaths that 
the former defeats, yesterday's included, would be avenged in the taking of the couple. 
Our old friend and enemy Schener officiating in his lofty position of the day before, an- 
nounced "Play ball!" at 2:30 sharp. 

Spring Hill's marked predilection for right-handers became evident in the opening 
round. Tarleton made first on an error and Lawless pasted one so hard it looked like 
a pill, and when it ceased to soar he was bedecking the keystone station with Tarleton 
crossing the plate. In the following inning Becker, who replaced Mackin at second, 
kept the pot boiling by securing a pass and was sent down on Garbarino's perfect bunt. 
Hits were not needed this inning, for four men took Becker's route and the whole 
fracas netted three runs. An awful fusilade of clean bingles gave us four more in the 
fourth inning. Garbarino opened up the seventh with a nice safety and was followed 
closely by the "Iron Man" Braud, who clouted one that was good lor four sacks in any 
league. This ended S. H. C's assortment, — ten in number. What, you say, were the 
visitors doing while we were running bases in this barbaric manner? Well, I'll tell you. 
They were replacing the pitchers as fast as we knocked them out. The Southerners 
failed to solve Braud's erratic delivery throughout the nine rounds, and never once did 
they make the complete circuit. The game was as follows: 

So. University. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Rush, 2b 5 2 3 Braud, p 4 2 1 13 1 

Chapman, lb 4 1 6 Tarleton, 3b 5 1 1 2 

Locke, rf 4 1 Lawless, lb 4 2 2 12 

Steed, lf.&p 3 4 3 Cassidy, c 2 9 3 

Roberts, c 3 6 1 Potter, If 4 1 2 1 1 

Kersh, rf 3 3 1 Woulfe, s.s 4 1 1 2 1 2 

ushing, 3b 3 1 5 Druhan, cf 5 1 3 1 1 

Reddock, s.s 3 2 Becker, 2b 3 1 1 

Brown, cf 1 1 Garbarino, rf 2 1 2 

Little, p 20 00 51 ______ 

Carmichael, rf .... 1 Totals 33 10 12 27 19 4 

Totals 32 2 24* 15 5 

Score by innings: 12345678 9 — R. H .E. 

Southern 0—025 

SHC 1 3 4 2 *— 10 12 4 

Third Game. 
After a brief space, the second game commenced. Braud was again seen on the 
mound, being placed there at his own request, not, however, without some opposition 
on the part of those zealous for his welfare. Though hit hard and frequently, he could 
have offered a better showing had the support of his team-mates been a little more en- 
couraging. Though vanquished in the first game of a bargain day couple, Southern 
came back with renewed pepper and scored the first run in the first inning. She again 
tallied two each in the fourth and fifth, whereas our boys, exerting themselves, could get 
but one over in the former. The presence of Lefty Locke seemed to Inspire them with 
awe, so much so that their bingles landed on safe territory but three times, while those 
of the opponents numbered ten safeties. Failing to hit] at opportune moments, joined 
with errors amounting to six, contributed to their defeat, but we fought them to the 
finish, and they know us sufficiently well to keep on their toes till the last ditch was 
crossed. The game was as follows: 


So. University. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. S. H. C. A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Rush, 2b 4 1 1 1 1 1 Braud p 2 1 5 

Chapman, lb 4 1 3 8 1 1 Tarleton, 3b 3 2 2 1 

Steed, If 3 1 1 Lawless, lb 3 5 2 

Locke, p 4 2 10 1 Cassidy, c 2 1 5 1 

Kersh, c 4 1 1 7 Potter, If 3 2 

Rushing, 3b 4 2 1 Woulfe, s.s 3 3 2 1 

eddock, s.s 4 1 1 1 3 Druhan, cf 3 2 

Brown, cf 2 1 1 Becker, 2b 3 1 1 1 3 2 

Carmichael, rf 3 1 Garbarino, rf 3 2 

Totals 32 5 10 21 15 4 Totals 25 2 3 21 13 6 

Score by innings: 12 3 4 5 6 7— R.H.E. 

Southern 1 2 2 0—5 10 4 

S. H. C 1 1 0—2 3 6 

Summary — Two-base hits, Chapman and Rushing. Struck out by Braud 3, by Locke 
8. Base on balls off Locke 2. 

Batteries — S. H. C, Braud and Cassidy; Southern, Locke and Kirch. 

Umpire — Schener. 





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S. H. C. vs. Hill Billies.— Sunday, May 12, the college lads defeated the Hill Billies 
in an interesting and hotly contested game of ball, winning out in a close play at home 
in the ninth inning. The features of the game were the heavy hitting of the collegians 
and Burch's long drive over left field fence in the fourth. 

Score by innings: 12 3 4 5 6 7 

Visitors 1 1 1 1 

S. H. C 2 2 1 

Summary — Home run, Burch. Three-base hit, Lawless. Two-base hits, Potter, 
Markin, Tarleton, Delaune. Base on balls, off Williams 1. Hit by pitched ball, by Braud 
1, Williams 1. Sacrifice hit, Potter. 

Umpire — Becker. 


Feb. 11— S. H. C. vs. Mobile Juniors, 4-3. 

Feb. 18— S. H. C. vs. Oakdale, 2-6. 

Feb. 22— S. H. C. vs. Wheeling, 3-2. 

Feb. 25— S. H. C. vs. Dures, 10-2. 

March 7— S. H. C. vs. Hill Billies, 8-3. 

March 20— S. H. C. vs. Marion, 5-6. 

March 21— S. H. C. vs. Marion, 1-8, 8-6. 

March 24— S. H. C. vs. C. A. C, 4-3. 

March 28— S. H. C. vs. Keewatin, 15-4. 

March 30— S. H. C. vs. Loyola, 3-1. 

March 31— S. H. C. vs. Loyola, 3-0, 2-7. 

April 7— S. H, C. vs. Moose. 6-2. 

April 8 — S. H. C. vs. Mobile Southern League, 1-9. 

April 14— S. H. C. vs. W. O. W., 4-3. 

April 21— S. H. C. vs. Crowns, 1-10. 

April 24 — S. H. C. vs. Southern University, 1-6. 

April 25— S. H. C. vs. Southern University, 10-0, 2-5. 

May 5— S. H. C. vs. Hill Billies, 5-4. 

May 9— S. H. C. vs. M. M. I., 2-1. 

May 12— S. H. C. vs. Whistler, 14-5. 



Name. A.B. 

Delaune 24 

Druhan 74 

Adoue 7 

Braud 62 

Woulfe 74 

Cassidy, Jos 78 

Lawless 68 

Potter 79 

Tarleton 75 

Garbaiino 55 

Mackin 70 

Becker 6 

Van Heuvel 14 





























Spring Hill College 

Mobile, Alabama 

SKPRING HILL COLLEGE is built on rising ground, five miles distant from 
^^ MOBILE, and elevated one hundred and fifty feet above the sea-level. Tt 
enjoys a constant refreshing breeze, which renders its situation both agreeable 
and healthy. The surrounding woods afford the most pleasant summer walks. 
A never failing spring at the foot of the hill, and within the College grounds, 
furnishes an abundant and lasting supply of water to the beautiful lake where 
the students may safely enjoy the beneficial exercise of swimming. Long ex- 
perience has 'proved that, owing to its position, the College is entirely exempt 
from those diseases which prevail at certain seasons in the South. 

The College was incorporated in 1836 by the Legislature of Alabama, with 
all the rights and privileges of a University, and empowered in 1840 by Pope 
Gregory XVI. to grant degrees in Philosophy and Theology. 

The directors of the institution are members of the Society of Jesus, which 
from its origin has devoted itself to the education of youth. They will endeavor 
to show themselves deserving of the confidence reposed in them by evincing on 
all occasions a parental solicitude for the health and comfort of those entrusted 
to their charge, by sparing no pains to promote their advancement and by keep- 
ing a careful and active watch over their conduct. The exercise of their author- 
ity will be mild without being remiss, in enforcing the strict discipline and good 
order so essential for the proper culture of both mind and heart. By this two- 
fold education, which is based on Religion and Morality, they will exert all 
their energies not only to adorn the minds of their pupils with useful knowledge, 
but to instill into their hearts solid virtue and a practical love of the duties 
which they will have to discharge in after life. 

The public worship of the institution is that of the Catholic Religion ; how- 
ever, pupils of other denominations are received, provided that, for the sake of 
order and uniformity, they are willing to conform to the exterior exercises of 

The plan of studies is established on a large scale, and is calculated to suit 
not only the wants but the progress of society. It consists of three principal 
courses under the name of PREPARATORY, ENGLISH and CLASSICAL. 

French, German, Spanish, Italian, form separate courses, are optional, and 
are taught without extra charge. 

Extensive grounds, spacious buildings, commodious class-rooms, library, 
reading rooms, billiard and recreation rooms, and the largest and best equipped 
college gymnasium in the South, every facility for the self-improvement and 
physical well-being of the student. 

For Catalogue, etc., apply to REV. F. X. TWELLMEYER, President. 




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